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burreauxsworld · 20 days ago

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Ours To Keep (5) | Joe Burrow

Major Angst, Fluff

Summary: Joe’s words hang heavy over you. So much that you haven’t spoken to him in a week unless it was work related. Joe is on a mission to make it up to you.

You sat at your desk in your office typing away, answering email after email. The Bengals had their second pre season game yesterday against the Falcons, although Joe didn’t play yesterday, it was still a long day for you. Jake Browning’s assistant ended up getting covid, so you took on that role for the day. Mostly just to piss Joe off, which you succeeded in doing. Between that and losing the game, Joe was on a warpath.

He’d tried for several days to reach out to you, or corner you at work, or even show up to your house unannounced. But you always pretended you weren’t home. He feels terrible for what he said and he knows you’re hurting. But you’ve completely shut him out. He hadn’t heard anything about the baby, or if the baby was even okay. He deserved it, he knew that, but he thought the two of you would have talked it out by now.

Which is why he didn’t give you a choice when he burst into your office and slammed the door. You looked up instantly and let out a sigh, rolling your eyes and looking back down at your laptop. “What do you want Burrow?”

“Burrow? That’s where we are now?” It’s his turn to roll his eyes as he stands in front of your desk with his bulging arms crossed over his chest. “I’m busy” you say, not looking up. His large hand pushes the top of the laptop closed. “Not anymore.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You say. “Too bad. We’re having a baby together. You have to deal with me for 18 years” he retorts and you let out a dry laugh. “A baby that you don’t even want” you mumble. “I never said that I didn’t want the baby. I was just frustrated and you-“

“Are you really trying to justify how you treated me last week by saying that you were upset?!” You exclaim. “Joe, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be your emotional punching bag whenever you lose a game or when you’re mad at the world. We’ve been together exclusively for all of 2 weeks and I spent one of them questioning everything” you rant, tears filling your eyes. “If this is how it’s going to be now, what’s it going to be like when she gets here?”

“She?” Joe asks, confused.

“The ultrasound. The one that you were too mad at the world to go to. We’re having a girl. By the way, I’m due February 11th if you even care” you spit. His face softens and he takes a step toward you, and you take a step back. “Baby-“

“No. Immediately no. You don’t get to come in here and do that. You said some really hurtful shit to me and you don’t get to act like it didn’t happen just because you’re saying sorry,” you rant. He opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. “I can’t be you punching bag Joe. I get it, your pissed because the team isn’t off to great start. You’re mad at the world, and that’s fine. But you don’t get to treat me like shit because you feel like shit. We’re a team, Joe. Now more than ever” you continue, tears brimming your eyes.

“When you didn’t show up to the ultrasound, I was more hurt than angry. You promised me you’d be at every single appointment, and that I wouldn’t feel like I was doing this alone. This week showed me a different side of you and I’m not sure how I feel about it. You aren’t my boss anymore, Joe. You’re my boyfriend. The father of my child. So if that’s not what you want, you need to tell me now. I’m tired of the back and forth and feeling like I’m just wanted for sex-“

“Hold on. I’ve never just wanted you for sex. You know that” he says defensively. “Lately it feels like if we’re not fucking, we’re fighting” you respond, your voice cracking. “Joe, I love you with my whole heart. I want to be with you more than I want the air in my lungs, but I’m not going to tolerate you being an ass to me every time you lose a game” you tell him, not breaking eye contact. You notice his eyes are brimmed with tears too.

“So if you want out, please just say the word-“

“I don’t want out. I don’t want to go anywhere” Joe says, stepping toward you. This time you don’t move. You let him wrap you in his arms and you start to sob into his chest. “I’m not going anywhere. Non now, not ever” Joe says, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I have a lot of things I need to work on. Treating you better is at the top of my list. I’ve started going to therapy-“

You pull your head back and look up at him. “What?”

“I’ve been trying to reach out to you all week to tell you. I know that there’s no amount of apologies that can make up for what I said to you. I made you feel like I didn’t want you or this baby and that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Y/N, you’re my best friend. You’ve stuck by me at my worst. I’ve lost my mind. But all I’m asking is that you try to forgive me. I’m not asking for right away. I just want you by my side without hating me-“

“I don’t hate you Joe. I’m still very hurt, though. It’s going to take some time” you tell him. “In the mean time, I have sonogram pictures. Do you want to see our little girl?” You ask him, a smile forming on your face. “Uh, yeah. Is that even a question?”

•••

Joe headed back out to practice after looking at the sonogram pictures. You were still really hurt, but seeing his smile while looking at the small pictures made you happy. Before he left he gave you a kiss, and after a week of not speaking to him, it had your hormones soaring. You lean back in your desk chair and place a hand on your growing bump.

It’s only a matter of time before people start to figure it out. Wearing hoodies and baggy clothes is only going to work for so long. It was a relief that Gabby knows though, you didn’t have to wear a hoodie in your office and your desk hid your bump if anyone besides Joe or Ja’Marr came in. Speaking of Gabby.

“Hey, girlie. Brought you lunch. You and baby need to eat” Gabby says, placing a bag in front of you. You groaned at the smell of the food. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until now. “Subway? How did you know I’ve been craving a chicken bacon ranch”

Gabby laughs. “You’ve only been talking about it for 3 days”

“I saw Joe coming out of here a few minutes ago. How did that go?” She asks while taking a seat at her desk. “It was okay. He apologized profusely and we looked at sonogram pictures” you tell her as you start to literally devour your sandwich. “He understands that I’m still hurt and it’s going to take a little while before we’re back to normal” you add. “Good. He can’t treat you that way just because we lost a stupid game” Gabby says.

“And speaking of sonogram pics, did you find out what your having yet?” Gabby asks excitedly. You look up at her with a smirk on your face and she jumps to her feet. “Y/N! Oh my god!” She squeals. “We’re having a girl” you tell her, and she squeals even louder. You suddenly stand to your feet with urgency.

“Sorry to cut this short but this baby is sitting right on my bladder and I have to pee”

•••

You find yourself walking up the driveway of Joe’s house after work. After not being here for a week, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss sleeping in his bed. Since the beginning of your pregnancy, you’ve slept better if he was there. So when he called and asked you to come over after work, you agreed.

You open the door using you key that he gave you and walk in to a delicious smell of food cooking. You walk toward the kitchen where Joe stands in front of the stove stirring some kind of sauce. “Hey,” you say, and he turns around with a soft smile. “Hey gorgeous”

“What are you making?” You ask as you wrap your arms around him from behind. “Cajun shrimp Alfredo. Your fav” he says, and you smile. “You’re really trying to butter me up, aren’t you?” You tease and he lets out a laugh. “I think I’ve buttered you up enough, hence the baby bump pressing into my back” he jokes, and you both laugh. “You filled me up, not buttered”

“Y/N!” Joe calls out surprised while you let out a loud laugh. “My god, what am I gonna do with you” he jokes, turning around in your arms. “Um…” you tap your chin pretending to think. “You can start by bending me over this counter,” you tell him, giving him what he calls the bedroom eyes. He smirks. “Oh yeah? Then what?” He asks, walking you back until your back is pressed against the counters edge. “Then you can fuck me until I see stars” you whisper, before he smashed his lips onto yours.

The kiss is filled with passion, and pent up sexual frustration. Joe’s hands land on your ass, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze, while your hands move along his biceps. His kisses start to move down your neck and you crane your head to the side to give him better access. The growling of your stomach causes him to laugh against your neck before pulling away. “As much as I want to do this, let’s get some food in you and then we can talk about sex” he says. As he’s playing the food, he looks deep in thought.

“You okay? You look a little lost” you say with a slight laugh. “Yeah, I’m good. There’s just something I want to talk to you about,” he turns toward you and he sets the glass plate in front of you on the kitchen island, and stands across from you. “You can totally say no. But I was wondering if you wanted to move in here? With me” he says, his voice quaking from nervousness. “I just figured it might be easier once the baby comes, and you’re here all the time anyway-“

“Joey, I would love to move in with you” you say, reaching over to place your hand on top of his with a soft smile on your face. “There’s also something I’ve been meaning to bring up to you” you start, and let out a sigh. “I think you should stop paying me” you say, looking up to meet his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I pay you? You work hard, and on top of everything else you’re still my assistant” he says, confused. “We’re dating now, Joe. I’m sleeping with you. I’m not a prostitute” you say with a laugh. “But I’m not paying you for that. I’m paying you for all the shit you have to put up with because of me” he argues.

“Joe-“

“Not to mention game days. I put you through hell on game days” he rambles, before taking a deep breath. “You done?” You ask him. “I don’t want you to pay me anymore, baby. If I’m going to be living here I’ll be fine. I only had you pay me before because I needed to make rent money. Now, I’m not saying you’ll be responsible for everything financially. I’ve found a remote job that all I have to do is log onto a computer. I’m going to do that, while still being your assistant because whether you want to admit it or not, you need the help” you joke, and he scoffs.

“You’re not wrong.” He says and you laugh.

After that, the two of you eat in silence. But not an uncomfortable silence, just enjoying each other company. Once finished you walk your and Joe’s plates over to the sink, as he leans against the island watching you. When you turn toward him he smiles and opens his arms for a hug, but you have other ideas.

“Now I wanna do something that I’ve been thinking about all week,” you say, as you drop to your knees in front of him. He has a smirk on his face as he looks down at you. “Go to town, baby”

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enkas-illusion · 10 months ago

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The Worst Kept Secret

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Co-workers to lovers; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff but not too much, smut, oral (f & m receiving), piv sex, dom!Toji, sub!reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, language, Toji has a filthy mouth.

Summary: Your colleague Toji only has eyes for you, despite having a reputation of sorts. Porn with a plot… or more like a build up.

Author's Note: Co-worker Toji is instantly attractive cause a) he’s not a bum and b) he’s Toji-fucking-Fushiguro – that’s all in my defence, your honour! This shit is nasty… no, I won’t explain myself (I'm pretty sure i was possessed while writing this).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one shot, please write to me and let me know your thoughts. I love reading whenever people have elaborate things to say T.T Thank you for reading!

-Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Talk by Hozier

“Rat!” you exclaim as you hold your phone up to display the word written boldly on the screen.

“Ummm…. It’s not a rat, it's not a patootie, it’s a ratatouille!” your coworker, Lisa, blurts out excitedly.

You both look at each other, trying your best to control before you burst out laughing. This goes on for about a minute till your bellies hurt and you’re wheezing. You quiet down as you wipe the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“Why don’t I know that one?” your other coworker, Ema, mutters with furrowed eyebrows, confused at what could possibly be so funny about the sentence.

You’re too drunk to realise that sober you would not find it as funny as you do right now. But that’s what happens when you party a little too hard with your coworkers on a work trip and then hang around the hotel bar because nobody wants to go to bed even at 3am.

You look around at the handful of your coworkers, randomly occupying different spots at the bar, all too dazed and into their own conversations to pay attention to the stupid game that the three of you were currently playing – A word game your genius minds had developed, using a random word generator app and use it in a meme-able sentence.

“Oh god… next word. Feminism!” Lisa squeals, snatching your phone from you to generate the word for your turn.

“Fuck… I suddenly can’t think of anything,” you admit and giggle, trying hard to work your brain.

“Seriously…”

“Wait, Wait… I need a few seconds,” you laugh, trying to save yourself. You look around and your eyes land on your office crush, Toji Fushiguro, sitting at the bar with your boss, Kento Nanami.

You look back to your group with a determined look in your eyes, ready with your sentence. “I want him to do things to me that feminism wouldn’t agree with,” you giggle like a teenager, “hah! I’m a genius.”

However, your friends have fixated on something else entirely, ignoring your perfect answer, since their eyes follow your line of vision to the bar. “So, what’s the scene?” Ema looks back at you.

“It's your turn, next word–”

“Nah, we’re bored… this is far more interesting,” her eyebrows wiggle, as she scoots closer to you on the sofa. By the looks of it, Lisa has also forgotten about the game in a second. You realise you’ve dug this hole for yourself, yet you don’t mind sharing a drunk confession with your friends.

“Let’s head out for a smoke,” you get up from the sofa. Lisa is quick to grab her purse as both your friends spring up, hurrying to happily follow you out onto the secluded porch outside, ready for gossip.

As you light up your cigarette, Ema looks at you expectantly. Looking at her face makes you snort and you cough out the smoke before speaking, “Have some patience! Besides, there's nothing too juicy about this gossip.”

“Pleaseeee, literally everyone saw the way Toji was glaring at the man who asked you for a dance tonight… not gonna lie, he looked kinda hot when he got mad,” Lisa catches your lie as she fawns over Toji, something that has become a regular thing among the female coworkers at the company.

“I know right? And I said no to the guy! What was he so pissed about anyway?” you protest.

“It's all because you agreed when the dude was like ‘at least let me buy you a drink sweetie’!” Ema imitates the stranger from the bar from hours ago.

“Hey! Who says no to free drinks?” you defend yourself.

“Okay, fair,” Lisa nods her head before realising, “aye, focus on the matter at hand! Why did you say no to the guy? He was cute.”

“Was he really though?” you retort.

“Yeah, like you’d notice anyone else when Toji's around… Please fuck him, I need some office drama!” Lisa snaps back before taking a long drag from her cigarette.

“Yea right… I’m serious though,” you ponder between slow drags, “I doubt anything is going to happen between Toji and I.”

“Why not?!” Ema whines and you laugh at how it seems like they’re more desperate about this whole thing than you are.

“Need I remind you I literally just got out of a relationship? This is no time to be having stupid crushes. I need some alone time… besides you know how his reputation is. Sure, he flirts with me and I enjoy it a lot but I don't know,” you explain as if it’s an automated response stored in you.

“So what? Then just fuck him and get it over with. They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone!” Lisa giggles, “Besidesss, I've heard he’s really good in bed… heard it from a mutual– uhhh, I don't really remember her name.”

“Oh wait, shit I remember that!” Ema squeals, almost dropping the cigarette from her hand in excitement, “But didn’t she also say that he basically ghosted her after? He just fucks around, I guess.”

“Hence the reputation… Men like Toji are the most charming kind. They know exactly what to say to get you to sleep with them but disappear when it comes to commitment,” Lisa ponders, staring into the distance.

“Exactly, everyone says that Toji doesn’t do relationships. And as horny and curious as I might be, I don’t just want us to fuck and leave it at that. It’d be way too awkward to have such a dynamic at the workplace,” you reason and they simply nod. There’s a beat of silence as all three of you smoke quietly.

“Still though… would it be so bad to just give it a shot? Simply see it as a one night stand and get it over with? If he’s that indifferent about it, I doubt it’d be awkward at work,” Lisa presses.

“I know right! I dont get why you’re thinking so much about it. At least the sex would be killer even if nothing else is assured,” Ema advises.

You take another big drag before dropping the bud to the ground and crushing it with your heel, “Hmmm… that’s true, I’ll think about it.”

“Think soon and try to seduce him in the three days we have here!” Lisa squeezes your shoulder encouragingly.

“Yes! If you don’t want to, please allow me to! He looked so delicious yesterday,” Ema sighs and by the look on her face, you can tell she’s probably recalling memories of a shirtless Toji playing volleyball at the beach from yesterday.

“Be my guest… but do it tomorrow, you’ve had a lot to drink tonight,” you snort.

“Please, drunk or sober, if there is one hook up I wouldn’t regret, it’d be him… after our boss of course,” Ema confesses.

“Yeah right. Either of us could still have a shot with Kento. Toji only flirts back with you,” Lisa looks at you with narrowed eyes.

You laugh before a sudden chill runs down your spine, and you cuss at the feeling, “Motherfucker– Should’ve gotten a coat. It's getting cold.”

Your coworkers eye each other mischievously before Lisa snickers, “Why don’t you ask loverboy to help you with it instead? That way you’d be warm inside out.”

“Oh yeah, great idea! Let me go back inside to find him–” you cut off when you see a figure walking outside towards your group.

You signal Ema, who has her back turned to the encroaching new presence, to shut up but it's too late as she fake moans, “Exactly… I’m sure he’d love to indulge you, he’d basically been eye-banging you all night, harder Toji, fuck yea–”

“HEY TOJI! What’s up!” you’re basically shouting at the guy when he’s a few feet away, hoping to cover up and save yourself.

Maybe he senses your embarrassment, or maybe he didn’t hear her (hopefully) but he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead he greets the group and there’s an awfully awkward feeling in the air.

“Ladies,” he speaks coolly as he stands next to you, “Glad I found you here since boss man was looking for you two.”

“Kento?!” Ema’s ears shoot up at his sentence as she exchanges a grin with Lisa. They rush ahead inside and as you are about to follow them, you feel a hand on your wrist holding you back. You turn to look at him with a confused frown.

“Where do you think you’re going? I was just getting rid of the two of them,” he smirks, making you look at his pillowy lips.

When he catches you staring, you look down quickly, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear nervously, “Oh… So, Kento wasn’t really looking for them?”

“Nope.”

“Oh… that’s– they’re gonna be disappointed,” you chuckle lightly as you fidget with your phone’s cover.

“Well, sucks for them, I guess,” he holds two fingers under your chin to make you look up at him, “You look pretty… you usually do, but even more so in that tiny dress.”

Your eyes grow wide at his confession as you feel the heat rush to your cheeks and you mutter a quiet ‘thank you’. You move to the front of the porch as you stare out at the vast night sky, partly to avoid feeling so mushy and partly because you feel the alcohol toying with your nerves.

Another chill rushes down your spine and you’re pretty sure it makes you shiver visibly. As you mutter a quiet ‘fuck’, you feel him wrap his denim jacket around your shoulders. Your eyes widen at him in surprise.

“What? I’m a gentleman,” he teases, standing closer next to you. You laugh at this, turning to face him as you shake your head.

“Sure… a gentleman with a reputation,” you roll your eyes as you wrap your arms around your torso in an attempt to keep yourself warm. What you don’t realise is that this action further pushes your boobs together, causing Toji’s eyes to wander down briefly before he looks back into your eyes again.

“Aren’t you ever curious to know if I live up to that reputation?” he raises an eyebrow as he leans down closer to your face.

“Hmm, sure… if you were a stranger at a club and not someone who I had to see at work 9 hours a day, 5 days a week,” you roll your eyes at him as you bring up one hand to slowly run a finger down his shoulder to the outline of his bicep.

“Well, we see each other everyday anyway, so why not turn it into something we actively look forward to,” his fingers graze your jawline softly while his eyes shamelessly fixate on the dip of your cleavage, giving him a better view from the way he’s towering over you.

“As tempting as that is… I don’t do one night stands Toji–”

“Who said anything about just one night?” he interrupts and you tilt your head to the side in confusion, “I’m not stupid to approach someone I work with if I was simply looking for a quick fuck.”

“Oh… then please tell me what exactly you’re looking for?” you speak softly but it comes out more arrogantly than you’d like.

“You. I intend to fuck you more than once.” he’s direct yet his calm demeanour never wavers.

You let out a nervous chuckle, “Look Toji… you’re hot, charming and oddly easy to get along with but I just got out of a relationship, it’s barely been two months–”

“I know… his loss for letting such a sweet thing go. Didn’t he initiate the break up? What a loser,” Toji laughs as his hand cups your face.

You simply stare at him in bewilderment, you had no idea the news of your breakup had travelled even to the non-gossipers.

“Why me?” you ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“For starters, you’re hot. Two, I like it when we hang out outside of work, you put me at ease with your conversations. Three, I haven’t been able to hook up with anyone else for about a month since I found out about your ex… such a pretty girl should be cherished the way she deserves to be,” his fingers slide down to your collarbone, threatening to dip down even lower.

“Hmm… that’s a good enough pitch, so you want us to be fuck buddies? Exclusively?” you play with the collar of his shirt, entertaining the idea.

“Yeah, I’m not one to share,” his other hand comes up to brush his thumb against your bottom lip.

“Nothing serious?” you pout at him with fake disappointment.

“Not until the both of us feel like it,” he dips his thumb inside your mouth while his other hand snaked around your waist. You suck on his thumb as you stare into his eyes and he feels his blood rush straight to his cock.

“I can work with that,” you give him an innocent smile, “But let’s not be too obvious about it, I’d hate for our little arrangement to mess with our work life.”

“Perfect,” he smiles as he cups your jaw, staring at your lips while sliding his tongue over his lips to wet them instinctively.

Just as he’s about to lean down to kiss you, you pull back when you hear distant footsteps approaching. You see your two friends walking back towards you, talking among themselves.

“Hey, we couldn’t find Kento at the bar,” Ema mumbles.

“Really? He must’ve gone back to his room. Maybe ask him about it tomorrow,” Toji speaks innocently and you press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing.

You see Ema eyeing the jacket you’re wearing suspiciously and you suddenly take it off to hand it to Toji.

“Keep it. You’ll get cold again… return it tomorrow morning.” Toji speaks before you have a chance to give it back to him. You nod as you hold it closer to your chest.

“Alright then. Good night ladies,” he smiles politely before walking back inside. When your eyes shift from his diminishing silhouette to your two friends, they’re both staring at you with hopeful eyes.

“Nothing happened!” you exclaim and their faces drop.

“Fine, that’s it! I’m calling dibs, I’m gonna flirt with him,” Ema retorts. You simply chuckle and shrug, diverting your attention to your phone when it vibrates in your hand. You look at the notification and it’s a text from Toji.

Toji (Work):

Room no. 9010

Don’t leave me hanging, pretty

You lock your phone quickly as you look up again to force yourself to focus on the conversation.

“Could you not get the bottle from the cute bartender? We could’ve taken it to the room,” Ema sighs.

“No but I gave him my room number soooo…” Lisa giggles.

“Guys, I’m feeling a bit too drunk and tired to continue so I’m just gonna go to my room and sleep, okay?” you make up an excuse, hoping it seems believable. However, the girls are too drunk to analyse your lies and they simply pout and bid you ‘goodnight’ in a singsong voice, giving you a group hug.

You quickly make your way to the elevator and press the button to the ninth floor. And although you’re wearing his jacket again, you still feel your body shiver. You take a deep breath when you hear a ding, signalling your arrival. You walk out into the long passage quietly, skimming over the numbers till you spot his room, your heart feeling like it's about to fall out of your chest due to the thrill.

You knock on the door twice and fix your hair nervously. When no one answers, you unlock your phone to call him. You almost let out a scream when you hear the door unlock and he pulls you inside, catching you by surprise and making you stumble.

Before you have a chance to speak, Toji slams the door shut behind you, pushing your body against it before kissing you hungrily. You place your hands on his chest, creasing the fabric as you pull at it, humming into the kiss when his tongue shoves into your mouth. You close your eyes, the fluttering in your stomach making its way down to your core as his tongue plays with yours, making wet smooching sounds in the otherwise quiet room.

“I think you’ve misunderstood this. I’m simply here to return your jacket,” you tease, huffing as you catch your breath when your lips part. He smirks as he slides the jacket off your body till it pools near your feet before caging you against his body with his arms locking around your waist.

“Of course, this is me simply thanking you for returning it,” he moves one hand lower till it’s massaging the flesh of your thigh just below where the fabric of your dress ends.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” you give him another innocent smile as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his head down for another kiss.

His hands lift up your dress to your stomach before going back down to squeeze your ass. He deepens the kiss as he towers over you, making you arch your back, causing you to hook your arms around him to keep your balance.

When you break the kiss for another shallow breath, he moves to your jaw, biting and pulling your skin with his teeth as he makes his way down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him more access, letting out soft sighs as he leaves sloppy kisses all over the expanse of your neck.

While his left hand hooks around your waist to keep you steady, he brings his right hand over to your mound, pressing the sticky lace of your thong into your folds. When he feels how wet you are, he groans against your skin, biting it again.

He rubs over the fabric again and you moan out of frustration, he's so close yet there's a tiny barrier between. You try to grind against his hand, whining when he pulls away.

He gets down on his knees before you can complain and lifts your right leg over his shoulder, securing it in place. You lean your whole weight against the door, feeling like you'd fall if you didn’t have something solid to hold onto, so your hands make their way down to tug at his hair.

Toji hooks two fingers into the lace, pulling the fabric to the side to expose your puffy folds to him. He slowly slides two fingers over to separate them, your wetness coating the tips of his fingers immediately.

“Knew you had a pretty cunt,” he murmurs as his eyes remain fixed on the way his fingers are working you. You let out a breathy moan, tightening your grip on his hair.

He brings his face closer to your core, peppering the entire area with soft kisses. You thrust forward into his face but it only makes him slap the inside of your right thigh harshly.

“Toji… please, stop teasin– ngh,” you plead but your words get caught in your throat when he licks a stripe up your cunt like it's a melting ice cream. He darts his tongue out to wiggle it over your clit and your legs feel as if they're about to snap and go limp.

“Toji– wait… I n-need to take off my heels,” you huff.

“No. They stay on,” is all he says before sliding two fingers into your hole with ease, and at the same time getting back to making out with your clit.

“Fuck– Toji please– ah,” your straight knee buckles forward as you yank at his hair some more to steady yourself. You let out an involuntary yelp when he lifts your other leg over his shoulder as well, burying his face into your pussy, hooking both his arms around your thighs. While this angle hits better, you feel a different kind of thrill about completely having given up control and trusting him not to drop you to the floor.

As you lean your head against the door, your hips rut further into his face and Toji doesn’t relent even for a second. As you hook your feet behind his neck, he brings his right hand down to your hole again, pushing three fingers in this time, meeting with a bit of resistance. The squelching sound of his fingers fucking your hole mixes with the sound of his lips sucking your clit.

“Feel s-so good,” you pant as your thighs twitch around his face. You shaky hands run through his hair weakly as you try to steady your ragged breathing. Each time Toji hits the right spot inside your walls, you moan out praises and encouragement for him to keep going.

He curls his fingers as he picks up the pace and it's brutal. You hold his hair so tight that you hear him hiss momentary before getting back to fucking you with his tongue.

You close your eyes shut as your hip involuntary thrusts forward, twitching uncontrollably as you come all over his fingers. You bite your tongue to control your moans, turning them into muffled whimpers instead. He pulls his hand out to hook it back around your thigh as his tongue starts lapping at your juices to lick you clean.

“Ngh– Toji, too much!” You squeal as you try to move your hips away from his touch but it causes him to poke his tongue out further over your sensitive skin.

“God– please, baby I can’t take it anymore,” you cry as your body jerks violently again. You hear him chuckle before kissing your clit one last time and pulling your legs off his shoulders and standing up again.

When you land on your feet, you're glad he’s holding your waist to keep you from crashing to the ground. He kisses you on your lips and you taste yourself on his tongue. It's enough to take your already intoxicated mind to a new level of high.

He slowly lets you go before stepping back to create distance as he hurriedly takes off his clothes and your eyes widen when you see the way his erect dick hangs low and heavy.

He grabs a condom from his wallet, tearing off the cover before sliding the rubber over his hung cock smoothly. The smug smile on his face grows wider when your eyes peel away from his dick to meet his gaze. You stare at him with a look of astonishment mixed with nervousness.

“Toji… you're–” you whisper silently. Toji is blessed to say the least.

“It's okay, don't be scared, pretty. I'll make it fit perfectly,” he cooes as he closes the distance between your bodies.

You gulp when he pressed his hands on either side of you, caging you against the door. As he's kissing your shoulder, his hands move to your back to undo your zip. He struggles a bit, fiddling with the zip of your dress and you’re pretty sure you hear a rip when he grows impatient, tugging at the fabric harshly.

“Did you jus–”

“Shh… later,” he blurts out, not giving you a chance to complain as he pulls the dress down your body, unhooking your bra to yank it down. He quickly takes off your thong as well, leaving you exposed as you stand in front of him in only your heels.

“So much better than what I had imagined,” he stares at your naked figure hungrily and you pull him closer to kiss him once again, already missing the way his lips feel.

You wrap your hands around his torso to feel his muscular back with your fingers, growing wetter at how huge his body feels compared to yours. He pulls away to lean down, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples.

You let out a satisfied hum and he repeats the action on your other nipple. Your eyebrows furrow as your back arches at the sensation and you weakly claw at his pecs.

“Fuck– I can't wait any longer… Just let me know if it hurts too much,” he groans as he scoots you up off the floor completely, hooking your knees over his elbows, opening you up wider as he readjusts his pelvis under you.

You bring a hand down to guide his tip to your entrance, sucking in a deep breath as you look down, anticipating his movement as he begins pushing his dick inside you.

With your legs spread apart firmly, he presses his hips up, almost losing his shit at how tight you feel. You bring both of your hands up to hug them around his neck. You steady yourself, resting your cheek onto his shoulder briefly when you feel his movement come to a halt. You feel so full, there's a delicious ache in your lower belly.

“Shit– I'm gonna move now, okay?” he grunts. You simply nod your head as he grabs you by your sides to push your lower body away till only his tip is inside before pulling you in closer to fill you up again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head while your mouth hangs open when Toji begins to slam you onto his hard length, repeating the motion over and over again as you let out broken cries of his name. When he picks up speed, your pussy flutters at the abnormal feeling, causing him to pounce into you harder.

“Oh god– nghh– Toji!” You cry into the crook of his neck.

“Mmh– look at me, let me see that pretty face,” he orders breathily. You pull away from his neck reluctantly, eyebrows still knitted as your lips stay fixed in a silent O shape.

“Look at how well you take my cock… ‘ts a perfect fit,” he hisses when your pussy squeezes him again at his words. You'd always thought that Toji would be the silent type, just like he was at the office, but seeing him spew such vile praises just adds more to the intensity of it all.

“Fuck– Toj–” you whimper as you rest your forehead against his.

‘Hmm? Yes, pretty? Cock got your tongue?” He laughs but it's strained. You tilt your head to kiss him on the lips and he shoves his tongue into your mouth to kiss you back hungrily. You moan into the kiss when he thrusts harder. In a swift motion he pulls away from the kiss, dropping your legs to the ground as he pulls out of you to turn you around.

He pulls your hips back to meet his, while pushing your face flush against the door to arch your back for him. He slides back into your hole in an instant, rutting into you from behind. Your hands press against the surface of the door while he grips onto your hips tighter to keep them from jerking forward due to the force.

You bring your left hand down to rub your clit, the pressure building up further as you get closer to your release. Toji leans forward to press his chest against your back, hooking his hand down to swat yours away. Instead, he replaces it with his fingers to toy with your clit and it feels so much better than your own dainty ones.

When your legs start to shiver as the pressure in your stomach builds up, Toji brings his other hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, pushing your chest further into the door.

With the way you're screaming his name, you're pretty sure anyone passing by outside can hear you. You wonder if that's the reason he's doing it, to show people just how good he's fucking you.

“Toji fuck– I'm coming– fuck!” You cry as your legs shake as you cum hard, threatening to give out, not being able to hold your weight. Despite wanting to finish himself, obsessed over how your pussy is sucking him in, he knows it'll be a bit too much for you to handle at the moment. So, he slows down as he secures one hand around your waist before pulling out completely.

He turns you around till you're facing him, taking deep breaths to calm your breathing. He bends down to swing your body over his shoulder with ease as if you weigh nothing at all. He walks over to the bed before slamming you back down onto the soft mattress.

He gives you another cocky smile, proud of how deliciously fucked you look. You recognize this look and just as he's about to lean forward to make his way to you on the mattress, you place one foot onto his chest as the heel digs into his skin.

“Time out… you’re too much,” you sigh and he lets out a snort.

“Better get used to it,” he smiles as he brings his hands up to take off your stiletto, tossing it on the floor before bringing your other leg up to take off the other pair.

He holds both your feet firmly, pushing them into your torso till you're practically folded in half as he brings one hand down to rub your swollen clit.

“No,” you turn to the side to get out of the position before sitting up straight, looking at his still erect cock in front of you. You lean closer to him as your hand wraps around the length, “Let me make you feel good.”

You roll the condom down before discarding it to the side, leaning forward to kiss his tip, swirling your tongue around the angry swollen head before licking a strip up his shaft. When you open your mouth wide, he grabs his length to tap it on your tongue a few times before you wrap your lips around the thick head. You make eye contact with him as you take in more of him, letting your mouth adjust to his size slowly. He mutters a quiet ‘fuck’ while grabbing the back of your head to push it closer. You gag before you can even take his entire length in your mouth, tears slipping out the corners of your eyes.

“Yes, right there… such a pretty mouth. Come on, I know you can take some– ugh— more,” he grunts and you relax your mouth to deep-throat him.

As Toji lets out breathy cusses, you move a hand down to massage his balls. Your other hand moves between your legs to part your folds and rub soft circles. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the man and you see a mischievous smile creep up on his face.

“Let go, babe,” he smiles while firmly pulling at your hair. You move your head back and you can already feel your throat aching as it readjusts to the emptiness. You’re still stimulating his tip with kitten licks, lapping at the precum, all the while touching yourself desperately.

Toji grabs both of your wrists as he pushes you back up on the bed, climbing up before lying on his back. As you await his instructions, you’re confused when he signals you to sit on his face. You hesitantly straddle his chest but it all makes sense when he tells you to turn around. You giggle as the heat rushes to your cheeks as you lie face-down on top of him to sixty-nine him.

“Now, stop being so greedy and focus on sucking my dick,” he speaks as he pulls at your asscheeks to part them, parting your folds with his tongue. Your toes curl in as you lean down to take him in your mouth once again.

As you bob your head up and down, sucking his entire length, his groans vibrate against your pussy as he eats you out just as fervently.

You steady your hands on his thighs as the muscles flex and relax every time his tip kisses the back of your throat. You close your eyes to focus on your movement as it gets harder and harder with Toji slurping at your pussy ruthlessly.

When you bring your hands over to play with his balls, it has him unravelling quickly. After edging himself unintentionally the whole night, he can’t help but feel like this is the tipping point.

“Do you– mmh– mind swallowing?” His voice is strained. You shake your head no, not parting from his cock even for a second. His nails dig into the flesh of your ass as thoughts of you flood his mind.

He can’t help but feel his pride swell that he's the one who gets to ravage his seemingly innocent co-worker like this. As if it weren’t already hard enough, imagining the things he’d do to you when he saw you at the office – now he had actual memories in flesh to make it harder.

Two months ago, he wouldn’t have imagined you'd be going dumb over his dick this way. Your interactions had always been respectful, despite him flirting with you occasionally. It was only about a month ago that you took him by surprise when you give a witty reply, flirting back with him.

Toji knew a thing or two about breakups, so when he subtly inquired and eavesdropped in conversations around the office, he heard your loudmouth friend talk about how sad it was that your ex had the audacity to dump you when you clearly were out of his league.

Sad indeed, Toji thought, wanting nothing more than to finally get to fuck his pretty colleague. But when you both were assigned on a project together about three weeks ago, the flirting had gotten out of hand and your talks were no longer just a few words exchanged out of courtesy. Toji knew he wasn't made for relationships but a part of him wanted to make you his and greedily keep you to him.

As he enjoys the way you’re sucking his dick with your pretty pussy fluttering under his touch, his desire to have you has only grown stronger.

He leans his head back when he feels himself shoot his load into your mouth, his dick twitching as he feels you lick and struggle to swallow him.

“Fucking hell–” he sighs, kneading the flesh of your ass lazily. When he feels the weight of your body lift up, he grabs your waist to pull your ass back to hover it over his face.

“Where do you think you're going?” He huffs and before you can answer, he's eating you out at a faster pace than before. You already feel overstimulated as is but when Toji pushes two fingers inside, it turns you into a blabbering mess.

You arch your back as you lean forward with your fingers denting the skin over his abdomen. You grind your hips to feel his tongue on your cunt. Your head hangs limply when you cum once again on his tongue and Toji continues to slurp at your juices.

You body twitches violently and you beg him to slow down. He chuckles as he licks you clean before placing a quick kiss over your folds, relaxing his grip to let you get off.

You roll over to the side till you're lying on your back, your chest heaving as you take deep breaths. You look down when you feel a hand on your shin. He smiles lazily at you as he caresses your skin. You smile back before closing your eyes to relax, but open them back again when you feel the mattress dip as the figure beside you shifts.

You find Toji caging you with his arms on either side of your head as he leans down to kiss your lips. You close your eyes, humming into the kiss. He dips his head down to give you another mark on your neck, bringing one hand down to play with your nipples.

“Let me rest!” you push his chest but it doesn't faze him at all.

“Okay fine,” he laughs, “I'm only going easy on you cause it's our first time.”

“Easy? You really live up to your reputation,” you stare at him in disbelief. This makes him laugh and it’s the first time you hear his real laughter and not the smug, cocky chuckles of usual. You grin when you feel a warm fuzzy feeling in your heart, maybe Toji Fushiguro has more to him than he lets on.

He creates some space between you when he gets off and before you can ask him what he's doing, he lifts you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom.

When he sits you down on the sink counter to run the hot water tap to fill up the tub, you giggle.

“What?” He walks back to you.

“Nothing… just… Now, I get why women apparently call you unforgettable,” you mumble, trying hard not to blush.

“I don't do this for them,” he shrugs. You roll your eyes at him, not believing his words.

He chuckles, “I'm serious! I don’t fuck around… much. It's not a communal dick.”

“Oh really? What have I done to deserve such special treatment?” You tease.

“If I want to keep seeing you, I have to make you want to see me again too,” he smiles, leaning closer till he’s standing between your parted legs, brushing a finger over your lips.

“I think you guaranteed that right after you made me come the first time,” you laugh.

“That easy? Why's that?”

You shake your head no and he raises an eyebrow, urging you to speak.

“Well… if you must know, I rarely came with my ex. He said he got tired quickly so often I'd finish myself off in the shower later,” you confess, feeling a bit embarrassed at admitting this to him.

“Damn. What a fucking loser,” Toji chuckles dryly as he lazily rubs soft circles on your inner thighs, “Well, I'm glad he sucked. It really was time for an upgrade.”

You laugh as you play with the hair on his nape. You wonder out loud, “Have you ever thought about anyone else from the office?”

“Like who? You’re the only one there who I’d get blue balls for,” he laughs.

“Seriously? Not even Ema or Lisa? They’re pretty hot,” you push.

“Not my type.”

“Hmm”

“Why do you ask?”

“Nothing… just…”

“They’re painfully obvious about their crush if that’s what you’re asking,” he lets out another dry chuckle as he brushes your loose strands to the side, “Well they won't bother from tomorrow.”

“Why's that?” your eyebrows furrow.

“Unless you have a top that covers your entire neck, they’re going to figure shit out instantly,” he smirks as he traces the light red/purple bruises on your neck. You twist to the side to look at your reflection in the mirror.

Your eyes widen as you gasp, “Toji! How am I going to cover these?”

“Maybe don't... it doesn’t matter if they find out– maybe that way the gossip will reach your loser ex and he’ll know just how well I take care of you,” he teases, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“God, you’re obsessed,” you giggle as you slap his chest lightly.

“Hmm, maybe. Told you I'm not one to share… especially not when your pussy tastes so good,” he kisses down your body till his face is in front of your core again.

“I never said yes to our little arrangement… I can always back out,” you tease but your breath hitches when he presses his tongue to your core once again.

“Hmm, maybe I need to try my best to convince you then,” he nibbles and you instinctively tangle your fingers into his hair, closing your eyes as you enjoy the way Toji fucks you with his tongue once again.

“Toji… the bathtub,” you sigh when you hear the water overflow. Toji pulls away, holding his hand out and pulling you to the bathtub. Once in, he closes the tap and turns you around till your back is flush against his chest. He kisses your shoulder from behind when you're nestled against his broad torso.

As you straddle his lap, you feel his boner poke your skin.

“Leave some for tomorrow,” you let out an exhausted chuckle.

“Ignore it…,” he speaks softly and you lean back, dropping your weight onto his chest. You close your eyes as you feel him rub and massage your skin with a soothing pressure all over.

You don’t realise you begin drifting into light sleep but blink a few times when your head jerks up, feeling his body shift underneath you. You lean forward to allow him some space and he gets out of the tub. You eye the way the water drips down his body, trickling over his toned back muscles before he grabs the towel to pat himself dry. His damp hair falls over his temple and you smile to yourself – you could definitely get used to this.

He holds his hand out to you and you take it as you get out of the tub. You undo the towel around his waist to dry your own body, feeling your skin prick due to the cold air after having spent a good few minutes in the hot tub.

Just as you’re about to wrap the towel around your torso, Toji tugs it out of your hand to drop it to the floor and instead lifts you up again to carry you out into the bedroom.

“Toji, I’m cold,” you hug your arms around his neck.

“I know… don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm,” he says as he lays you down on the bed, readjusting his position till he’s on top.

“I really think we should get some sleep,” you giggle when he kisses you cheek.

“This is how we build up your endurance… with more practice,” he leaves open mouthed kisses down your throat.

You laugh as you yank his hair to pull his face away from your skin. “Let me sleep! Good night.”

“You can sleep… I don’t mind,” he mumbles as his tongue teases one of your nipples, biting the hardened bud lightly.

“Toji! Behave!” you scold him in a not-so-convincing tone.

“If I had behaved, we wouldn’t be here,” he rolls his eyes as he gets back up to give you a long, lazy smooch till you’re both out of breath. When your lips part, he rolls to the side, collapsing on the bed next to you.

He covers the thick blanket over your bodies before pulling you to his chest and kissing your shoulder with a soft ‘good night’. The act is surprising as you hadn’t really taken him for the cuddling type. You feel his boner stick out against your back once again and you laugh.

“Shh, this is all very new. Give me some time,” he teases, snaking his arm around your waist. You wrap your hand over his, letting yourself melt into his arms when he rubs soft circles over your belly. You involuntarily rub your ass against his hard on and he presses your stomach to still your movement.

“Don’t do that if you want to sleep,” he warns and you giggle as you close your eyes, the tiredness of the whole day taking over your senses as you fall asleep in his arms.

~~~

You wake up when you hear your phone ring from a distant corner. You try to move Toji’s heavy arm to free yourself but he pulls you in even closer.

“My phone’s ringing,” you whisper as you turn your head to look at him. His eyes are still closed as he grumbles in a low voice, “Let it.”

You still manage to wiggle yourself out of his grasp and quietly walk towards where your phone was lying on the floor near the door. Toji stirs and sits up, his eyes following your naked form as you pick up the call.

“Did you die in there or something?”, you wince when you hear Ema’s voice on the other end.

“Open the door, we’ve been out here for, like, 5 minutes now,” Lisa’s voice is more distant.

When your brain registers what they’re talking about, you slap a hand over your mouth as you stare at Toji.

“Give me 5 minutes,” you mutter before hanging up, not giving them a chance to protest. Toji gets off the bed and walks towards you.

“Ema and Lisa… they’re outside my room… and I'm here,” you sigh as you pick up your garments off the floor.

“Told you there’s no point in hiding,” he says, tucking a loose strand behind your ear, “I’ll walk you to your room.”

You simply narrow your eyes at him with a ‘yeah, right’. He takes the dress from your hand.

“I’m not joking…” he holds the dress up in front of you and shrugs, “Besides, you’re gonna have to wear my clothes anyway.”

You see that the zip is broken with the fabric looking frayed where the zip ends – you had heard it right, he did rip your dress last night.

“I really liked that dress,” you pout but it’s far from a complaint. You know you cannot complain after a night like that.

“I liked it too… it gave me a really hard time the entire night,” he gives you a quick peck, far from apologetic, “I’ll get you one just like it.”

You simply blush at his words before pressing your hands on his chest, “Fineee, get me something to wear.”

He squeezes your ass once before walking away to his suitcase. You put on your thong and bra back on just as he returns with a t-shirt and sweatpants. You snatch them out of his hands and put them on quickly.

He laughs at how baggy his sweats are, the compression t-shirt is still okay in comparison, “Guess it’s too big for you?”

You crinkle your nose, cringing at his joke as you secure the drawstring tightly to keep the pants from sliding down, “No, it’s not that big.”

“Is that so?”, he wraps his arms around your waist, caging you in, “Do I need to refresh your memory?”

“Toji! My friends are waiting!” you slap his chest and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you.

“Let them,” he moves his lips down to your jaw.

“No, let’s leave,” you wiggle your way out of his arms, shoving your phone in the pocket of his sweats before picking up your heels to carry them in one hand. He quickly puts on a different pair of sweatpants with an oversized t-shirt and sliders before grabbing his keycard.

“Oh wait… I think my keycard is in your jacket from yesterday,” you turn around when you’re at the door to find him already rummaging through the pockets to retrieve it. You grin at him and he simply shrugs, “Told you, I’m a gentleman.”

You roll your eyes again as he opens the door and you quickly make your way to the elevator. Toji’s hand is resting on your lower back when the elevator dings and the doors open.

You know there’s no point in hiding, yet you walk ahead of him as you notice your two friends standing outside your room. Before you have a chance to greet them, you hear Toji’s booming voice from behind, “Morning, ladies!”

You brace yourself for their reaction and it’s just as animated as you’d expected. They don't try to be subtle about it as they smirk at you while greeting the man in unison and you realise it's a lost cause trying to keep it a secret.

And it surely doesn’t help that Toji makes it a point to grab your jaw and kiss you goodbye in front of the two for no damn reason, as if it weren’t already obvious about what had transpired between you two.

As he leaves, you smile at him, watching him walk away. The heat rushes to your cheek when you hear Ema fake a cough and you turn around to look at your friends.

“Open the door ASAP! I wanna know everything,” Lisa squeals and you know your friends would not leave you alone until you went into heavy detail about the whole night.

~fin~

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mikareo · 1 year ago

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⌗ TWO SLOW DANCERS ₊ ˖ ་. gojo satoru x fem reader (1.2k)

⊹ ⠀⠀why doesn’t he love you?

contains; angst, rejection, reader just wants to be loved, gojo's kinda a dick, mitski did this to me, not proofread author's note; i'm thinking abt the guy who didn't want me rn sorry

“Can I ask you something?” you murmur, your voice nothing above a faint whisper. Fear of judgment is laced within it, something you can’t help but wish you could get rid of. “It’s going to sound ridiculous, and if you think so you can just ignore me.” He’s going to ignore you.

However, Gojo sits up straighter. His eyes are intending to focus on you. “Nothing you say is ridiculous. I’m always here to listen.” You want to believe him so badly. There’s nothing else in the world that you wish for. All you need is a confession, him reciprocating the depth of your feelings, but you know that’s impossible. If he felt the same, he wouldn’t have started seeing that girl; no matter the fact that she’s wonderful for him, amazing, and kind. If she’s so amazing, what are you doing wrong? What is it about her that you can’t compare to? You know you’d be perfect for Gojo. He’s your best friend. He’s the person who knows you better than anyone, so why is it that he doesn’t love you the same way you love him? It doesn’t make sense.

What are you doing wrong?

“...am I difficult to love?” You feel like you already know the answer. It’s a pointless question that’s been eating you up inside for years, ever since you first met and he instantly treated you as a friend when you wanted to be loved by him. “I know it’s silly, but I feel so helpless.”

Without realizing it, your words flow from your lips like a river streaming downhill. Not even the largest dam could hold in your insecurities. “I try so hard, everyday to be kind and patient and perfect; but no one seems to notice. Is there something that everyone else has that I don’t? What am I missing that makes me invisible? Why do I feel so stuck while the world keeps moving and progressing and making changes that I can’t keep up with? Why don’t you love me?”

There it is.

There’s the question that you’ve swallowed down for the past ten years of knowing Gojo Satoru…and somehow…

…it seems that he already knows the answer.

“I do love you.”

In half a second, your heart beats faster. It swells with an overwhelming pink feeling that practically causes it to burst. You almost see stars. In your imagination you’re flying through the night sky, weaving constellations together as you hold Gojo’s hand and ask him what he’s wishing on that shooting star, oh so close to you. So close, yet so far. So far, that it never reaches you; because nothing is ever as it seems. It isn’t a wish racing your way, it’s a meteorite. A meteor thats target is the home in your heart that you’ve made so lovingly for your best friend. The flaming rock finds your weakest point and begins to wither it away into nothing but hopeless shreds of dreams. In a half a second, you’re on the top of the world. In a half a second, your world is destroyed.

“I just don’t love you in the way you want me to.”

You’re a fool. You knew this was coming.

“I can’t imagine my life without you.” Shut up. Why can’t he just shut up? You don’t need these filler words, these empty statements that he’s only saying to make you feel better about your worthless self. “You’re such an important part of my everyday.” Shut up!

It’s so hard to hold in the tears. Your dam already burst— but instead of a river, it seems that you’ve got an ocean of feelings. This ocean is polluted, though. It’s littered in trash and oil, after years of wanting something that was never yours. Other men have thrown their waste in your waters and Gojo’s always been the one to clean it up. He’s always made you laugh…made you smile…made you believe that everything is going to be okay as long as you trust him. Now, you’ve made the mistake of trusting him with your heart; when he’s never cared if it shatters.

“Please don’t say those things to me.” It’s pathetic, the whimper shaking from the tip of your tongue. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Gojo isn’t even replying to you. He’s simply staring with the most pitiful look in his eyes, as if you’re a dying animal that he’s just shot with a rifle. How do you make him stop looking at you like that? You’re better than this! Just suck it up and smile!

Somehow, you find yourself laughing. “Don’t worry about it, Satoru. I’ll be fine, it’s just a silly little crush.” You’re lying.

It’s so obvious you’re lying.

He’s never been a crush. If he was a fleeting crush, then you wouldn’t spend your nights thinking of how you made him smile earlier in the day. You wouldn’t know his favorite place, song, and movie at the top of your head. You wouldn’t imagine his face whenever you picture your wedding day— at the end of the aisle, smiling at you with tears in his eyes. If he was just a little crush, it wouldn’t feel like your entire world is ending.

“I know you’ve liked me, it’s a little obvious.” He shrugs. “I just assumed you’d get over it?”

He knew? He’s known all this time?

There’s a war raging between your heart and your mind. It’s a battlefield with logic on one side and love on the other. The rational part of you knows that he can’t help his feelings. He can’t force himself to reciprocate something that he’s never felt before. That’s unfair to him, and you can’t make him love you…

…but the other half of you can’t accept that.

After all these years of waiting for him. Years and years of watching your closest friends find love, be loved, and experience all of the firsts that you’ve always wanted to experience with him by your side. He doesn’t love you. You’ve known Gojo Satoru since you were ten years old. You’re twenty now and still so delusional that you believe he can feel the same way. Why can’t he, though? Gojo knows you from front to back. If there’s anyone in the world who could write an encyclopedia titled with your name, it’s him; and he still doesn’t love you. You’re the person who’s been there for him through countless breakups and temper tantrums. You’re the one who he trusts most in this world, yet he will never…ever…want you back.

Someone is writing the story of the world. Someone is tying the strings of fate, the line of destiny, or whatever you want to call it; and that someone isn’t on your side. They never have been and they never will be…

…at least not in the case of Gojo Satoru.

“I’ll try my best.” A phony smile graces your face and you’re now realizing that he’s never once called you beautiful. Yet, you still want him. Perhaps it’s human nature to wish for the things that are terrible for you. “You don’t have to worry about me, Satoru. I’ll be fine.”

Yeah, maybe in ten years.

“I’ll be able to forget about this.”

You don’t think you will.

“I didn’t mean to inconvenience you.”

Your feelings are an inconvenience.

“It’s nothing.”

It was love.

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gay-dorito-dust · 9 months ago

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Can you do a fluff hurt/comfort dad Jason’s 4 year old daughter has a nightmare and Jason is there to comfort her?.

‘Kira is defiantly your child.’ You said as Jason brought you into his chest after you had made yourself comfortable, kissing the top of your head, smiling sleepily. ‘Oh yeah? I wouldn’t have guessed.’ He replied sarcastically and so you bit his bicep in retaliation, causing Jason to jolt in surprise. ‘Ow! What was that for you bitty little shit?’ He cried out, looking down at the bite mark you left on him. It wasn’t deep but it was evident that you did indeed bite him.

‘Watch your mouth, Kira is in the other room! She could hear you!’ You hissed, not wanting Jason’s crudeness and fondness for profanities to rub off on your daughter but if the way she acted before you tucked her into bed was anything to go off by, she was already on her way of being a miniature version of her father in every sense of the word.

Jason raised his brows at you. ‘Says the one who just insinuated that she’s already just like me, so what’s a bit of swearing going to do?’

‘Jason.’ You warned and he immediately backs off, knowing when to stop while he’s ahead.

‘Alright, alright I’m sorry chipmunk, I didn’t mean to be a right dickhead.’ Jason apologised and kissed your forehead but before you could scold him again, the door to yours and Jason’s bedroom burst open as Kira’s silhouette could be seen from the doorway. ‘Princess?’ Jason called as he and you sat up in bed in tandem, worry taken over as you both got a better look at your sweet little girl, the same sweet girl who’d smile so widely you swore her smile could stretch for miles.

A sniffle is all you or Jason could hear and it immeditly sent you into protective mode.

‘Baby are you okay?’ You asked, feeling your heart break even further for every sniffle that escaped your beautiful baby girl.

Kira looked as though she had been crying from the tear streaks on her cheeks, she was holding onto her plush of RedHood tightly against her as though she was scared to relinquish it’s comfort for anyone. ‘I-had a nightmare.’ She hiccuped as one of her tiny hands rubbed away the tears from her eyes. ‘Come here baby girl.’ Jason said softly as he pulled aside the covers for her, and without hesitation the little girl had burrowed herself between you and Jason, trying to cuddling up to the both of you in search of comfort from her parents she was certain would protect her from the monsters.

‘Your safe sweetheart,’ Jason reassured, picking Kira up and placing her on top of his chest, laying a hand against her back and began rubbing soothing patterns, ‘the monsters won’t get you whilst your with daddy, you wanna know why?’

‘Why?’ Kira asked tiredly, feeling instantly comforted by her father’s warmth. Jason smiled and said ‘because the monsters wouldn’t dare go after you when you daddy’s here, they’re scared of me but I know that they’re also scared of you too peanut.’ He booped her on the nose, making her laugh which lightened your heart. ‘That’s why they’re trying to scare you to hide the fact that they’re absolutely terrified of the powerful Kira Todd.’ Kira raises her head to look at you. ‘Is daddy lying?’ You gasped, raising a hand to your chest. ‘Your father? Lying? Heavens no!’ Kira giggled at your dramatics as Jason silently used his free hand to pull you towards his chest, where you placed a kiss against it and Kira’s forehead and smoothing out her hair. ‘You’re a powerful being princess, the monsters in your nightmare are just jealous and envious of how much of a better person you are.’ You told her.

Kira yawned, struggling to keep her eyes open. ‘I am super strong Kira Todd, like my daddy and monsters fear me because they wish they were me.’ She muttered sleepily as she rested her head back down on Jason’s chest, clutching his sleep shirt tightly in her firsts. ‘So very very strong is my little girl.’ Jason murmured as he pressed a kiss to her head. ‘I’m so proud of her, so very proud.’ You smiled gently at the soft interaction between your daughter and Jason, finding yourself falling in love with him all over again as if you hadn’t already fallen deeply enough the first time. ‘Sweet dreams sweetheart, we’ll join you in there soon.’ You whispered, kissing her forehead as you both watch her yawn one more time before drifting off into a deep slumber.

You were the next to yawn and Jason couldn’t help but laugh as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding your head against his chest. ‘Alright I think it’s time that you get some sleep yourself chipmunk.’ He told you but instead of agreeing with him, you decided to be stubborn. ‘No, I’m not…I’m not sleepy yet. Nowhere near..’ you trailed off as sleep began to fog your mind and make your eyelids heavy. ‘Nope, off to sleep with you lovely.’ Jason replied as he began to stroke the back of your neck, knowing it’s the easiest way to get you to relax and go to sleep.

‘Okay.’ You murmur and with a few neck rubs later, you were out like a light against Jason’s chest as he watched over the two most precious people in his life. ‘I love you both, so fucking much that I’d do anything for you both…I hope you both know that because if not I’m not doing enough to prove it as a father.’ He said to no one in particular as he tightened his protective hold on both you and Kira as he soon joined you both in the land of dreams, protecting you both there as he did in reality.

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 2 months ago

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Interruption | Part 03

-> Pairing: mafia husband!Kim Hongjoong x mafia wife!Reader

-> Sypnosis: Things are revealed and someone underestimated that power that Y/N and Hongjoong has.

-> Warnings: mafia au. Mentions of estranged father/daughter relationship, a very minor character gets murdered, murder threats. Someone gets called a whore.

-> Word Count: 1439

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When they pull up to Mun's restaurant, Y/N reaches for the car door handle to get out, but Hongjoong gently holds her back.

“Something feels off. I have a bad feeling about this,” he expresses, worry etched on his face. “It seems like a setup.”

She nods, sharing his unease. The dimly lit exterior of the restaurant feels eerily quiet. "Unfortunately, we're more involved in this than I would like us to be. We need to get to the bottom of what's going on."

“No matter what happens in there, I’m with you,” he assures her, his worry still evident as he leans in for a tender kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she says as they part ways.

Stepping out of the car, they head into the small restaurant and finds the gang members who have allegedly been harassing Mr. Mun scattered throughout the dining area. The one she assumes is the leader has his gun aimed at a terrified woman. Ha-Na, now known to be Mun's step-daughter, sits in a chair, shaking with fear and tears brimming in her eyes as she struggles to hold back her sobs.

As they enter the restaurant with their men behind them, the sound of Y/N's heels clicking on the concrete floor reverberates through the room, drawing all the mens attention to her. Before the leader can turn his gun towards her, Jongho sneaks up behind him, taking him down while Y/N swiftly disarms him, aiming the gun at one of his associates who steps forward, pulling the trigger and killing him instantly. Just as another man approaches, Hongjoong positions himself between Y/N and the threat, his own weapon aimed at the idiot. In an instant, everyone’s guns are directed at someone.

“Yunho, get Ha-Na out of here,” Y/N orders the tall man. Mingi, with his gun still pointed at his target, moves to shield Yunho as he approaches the frightened woman.

As Yunho nears her, Ha-Na’s fearful look morphs into a smug smile, and she bursts into laughter. “Oh, that was too easy,” she giggles, shifting her gaze to Y/N. Her expression falters when she sees she hasn’t gotten the reaction she was anticipating. “Why aren’t you surprised?” she asks, her smugness fading into a pout, clearly disappointed. “Sister.”

“What? You didn’t we wouldn’t find out that Mun was a plant and that we wouldn’t dig deeper into the information you wanted us to find and the stuff you planted?” She questions, her voice sounding almost offended. “You severely underestimated me and my men,” Y/N taunts, turning the gun she’s holding onto Ha-Na. “We’ll never be sisters, even if we share the same father’s DNA.”

“Boys, lower your weapons. These are our guests.” Ha-Na maintains her composure, but a flicker of anger crosses her eyes. “All I want is to chat.”

"To chat? You went to all this trouble just to chat?" Y/N retorted, her voice dripping with annoyance as her grip on the gun tightened, her finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. No one knew what was going to happen next.

The dim lights of the restaurant flickered as Ha-Na stands from her chair and steps forward, her demeanor calm but her eyes betraying her true feelings. "You misunderstand me, Y/N. How else was I supposed to get your attention." She gestures to her men now standing behind her, their weapons lowered but their stances tense. "Now, we can do this the hard way, or we can talk like civilized people."

Y/N chuckles, "So now you're threatening me?"

Ha-Na’s lips curled into a smile, “I’m simply trying to make you understand the gravity of the situation.”

“A situation you’ve brought on yourself,” Y/N replies, feigning contemplation. "All just so you could talk to me. You could have saved my time and your lives and made an appointment with my secretary."

“You know as well as I do that this isn’t just a simple conversation,” Ha-Na says.

"Instead of yapping on about how serious this is, you better start talking, or I might just start shooting again." The threat hung in the air, a clear indication of how fed up she was with the situation Ha-Na brought her into.

It was the reaction Ha-Na had been hoping for. "We're sisters by blood," she starts, admitting to why she went to all this trouble.

"Now which one of you is she fucking?” Y/N says pretending to ignore her. Her eyes scan the men behind Ha-Na and the man Jongho has kneeling on the ground, who gives himself away as he looks at Ha-Na with fear in his eyes. She moves the gun towards the man she had assumed was the leader and waves her fingers at him with a smile. “Should have known.”

Ha-Na's voice grows louder as she trying to her sister’s attention back on her and away from her own husband. "Why would I pass up the chance to build an alliance? After all, our father and I are the only blood family you have left."

"An alliance? You really don’t know me at all,” Y/N says turning her attention back to Ha-Na. She shakes her head in astonishment. It’s taking everything in her not to pull the trigger and end it all now. But she has another plan. “If you did, you would know that blood means nothing to me.” She scoffs, "Did you really think you can make a grand entrance into my life, waving the banner of sisterhood, and expect me to forget everything?” Her voice turns to one of anger. “The lies, the manipulation, the way our father turned is back on me when I needed him the most for your whore of a mother?"

Ha-Na's face contorted into a look of rage. "My mother isn't a whore," she growls at her.

Y/N's own anger turns into a smirk realizing she's struck a nerve as she hoped she would. She turns around to face her men, her back facing Ha-Na feeling secure enough that she wouldn't be stupid enough to have her goons try something. She looks at Yeosang and San, "Our own guests should be here by now. It's time to bring them in."

Yeosang and San nod before making their way to the back of the restaurant and leaving through the kitchen.

Hongjoong takes this moment to step closer to his wife. "Are you okay?" he whispers into her ear as he leans closer, his eyes never leaving Ha-Na or her men.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She can feel the weight of the gun in her hand, her finger itching to pull the trigger.

"I’ll be better once this is all over," she whispers back to him, her voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside her. She closes the gap between them, giving him a sweet peck on his lips. "Just keep your eyes on her. She’s unraveling and might lose it when she sees who we’ve brought with us.”

As if on que, Ha-Na's furious voice slices through the tense silence that had enveloped the room as everyone held their breath in anticipation of who was about to come in. "You think you can just ignore the bond we share because daddy didn’t love you enough to stick around?" she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "You’re wrong, Y/N. You’re so wrong about everything."

Y/N doesn’t say anything as her hand once again tightens around the gun she’s holding. As Ha-Na continues to ramble on, the itch only grows stronger.

“You need me, Y/N!” Ha-Na continues, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

Hongjoong’s presence beside her is keeping her grounded, but Y/N can feel the tension in the air thickening around her that it’s almost suffocating. She can sense the storm brewing inside Ha-Na, the way her voice is mixed with anger and desperation.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hongjoong murmurs, the concern for his wife in his eyes is unmistakable. He shifts slightly, positioning himself so that he can shield her from Ha-Na.

She’s about to reply to Hongjoong when a shot rings out. She turns back to Ha-Na, who now has her own smoking gun pointed towards the ceiling where there is now a bullet sized hole.

Y/N goes to speak, but catches sight of San and Yeosang entering the room again with two people following behind them. A sinister smile makes its way onto Y/N’s lips as she looks at her half sister, “Oh look, now we can have a proper family reunion.”

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dekariosmagic · 1 year ago

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Memories of You - Gale x Tav

Paring: Gale Dekarios x Tav/Reader (Referred to as Tav)

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Word Count: 3,626

Description: Following Gale's use of the orb to save the city, Tav realizes she's been left with more than just a broken heart, and seeks out help in Waterdeep.

Based on this post from @dragonagitator (They wrote the first few lines 🙂)

Warnings: Mentions of possible canon death of a main character. Pregnancy. Sadness. Gale isn't alive in this. It hurts, but I tried to make the end a bit happier/hopeful.

“Morena Dekarios?” Tav approached nervously, her voice shaking.

The stern-looking woman in front of her turned and looked her over with an expression of mild befuddlement, “Yes? Do I know you?”

“No, sorry, my name is Tav, and… I’m carrying your grandchild, and I don’t have anywhere else to go!” Tav blurts out, blinking back tears.

The woman’s eyes widen, staring at her in shock as Tav instantly regrets her outburst.

“I- I know Tara… and Elminster, if that helps,” she offers weakly. “They know Gale and are together. Were together…” she corrects and stares at the pavement trying to collect herself.

“Give me your hand,” Morena finally responds, holding her own out.

Tav quickly lays her hand in Morena’s palm. The older woman clasps it in her own, her eyes glowing blue as she stares seemingly through Tav for several minutes.

As her eyes dim back to their normal shade, she takes a deep shuddered breath and pulls Tav into her for a hug, “Come with me dear. We’ll collect Tara on the way if she’s home.”

She nods and wipes at the tears on her face and Morena takes her arm and leads her down the street briskly. “I’m going to want to know details. Later. What happened to my son,” she says roughly. “But not right here.”

Tav’s gaze drifts to the buildings they pass as they walk in silence. Wondering how many of these buildings Gale had visited in all his years in Waterdeep. The city he grew up in and loved. The city he would never make it back to.

He should have been the one to make it back here.

She fights back the tears again, spotting a library sign as they pass it, she locks her jaw in place. That building he’d definitely been in she concludes. Thoughts of him wandering through the aisles of shelves, the soft smile on his face when he found a book he wanted to read… the little expressions on his face as he concentrated on the words…

The world gets blurry as the tears build in her eyes, scolding herself for losing it once again. She should be able to walk past a library without bursting into tears.

The buildings blur together, and she gets lost in her thoughts until Morena stops outside a building. Looking at it closer, she sees ‘Gale of Waterdeep’ written under the house number. Morena walks up the steps of the thin tall building, waving her hand to dispel a shimmer of magic and slots a key into the door.

They hear the sound of hundreds of little mechanisms turning, and finally the door to the tower swings open.

“Always a flair for the dramatics,” Tav mutters under her breath, Morena chuckles in response.

“Always, from the time he was a little boy. You’d think we’d told him he was to be starved and hung by the ankles because we wouldn’t get him a kitten. That he was so unloved and ‘punished unjustly.’ Then he summoned Tara within the week.”

“I think he still took being told no on having a kitten as one of life’s great tragedies,” Tav laughs and steps up to run her fingers over his name on the building. “Anytime we would need to be stealthy anywhere, I might as well have just told him to run headlong into the build himself with how he reacted to having to sneak anywhere, we would not hear the end of it about his knees. Which to be fair, did crack quite loudly.”

“I always told him if he spent all his time sitting around reading, he’d regret it when he got older and lost youthful flexibility,” Morena says with a small smile. “Have you been here before?”

“Not… physically no,” she admits, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “He showed me illusions, would bring us here in our down time at camp. He… always would say how he’d bring me here one day when it was all over. Thoughts of this place pushed me through many battles.”

“Well, welcome to Gale’s Tower, officially,” his mother says, heading into the building and up a set of stairs. “You can look around if you wish, I’m going to look for Tara.”

Tav squares her shoulders, sets her jaw tightly, and steps through the doorway, swinging the door shut behind her. Almost immediately she’s hit with the scent of old books. A small smile pulls at her lip at the smell, the very one that seemed to always linger on Gale himself.

She wanders aimlessly through the base floor, discovering his kitchen at the back of the house. Surprisingly big for a one person household, but not particularly surprising for Gale. She runs her fingers over the cookbooks stacked on the counter, flipping one open to find notes stuck on nearly every page. His familiar handwriting with adjustments and comments on each recipe after he tried it.

Setting the book down, she heads up the stairs to a small living area. A dark wood couch and chair with red cushions sat in the middle, surrounded by all manner of art work, statue, and knick-knack. And books. Of course books in every direction.

Heading into the adjoining room, she freezes as she realizes it’s his bedroom. The big blue four poster bed he’d often conjured for them in the middle of the woods when they chose not to use illusions sits in the center of the room.

She takes a few hesitant steps toward it, running her hand across the top blanket, clenching it in her fist as the familiar fabric touches her skin. Crawling onto the bed, she snatches one of the pillows and buries in her face in it, the scent of the shampoo he still always seemed to have on hand somehow during their travels still lingered on it.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, his breathtaking smile, his teasing words.

Her eyes close as she sinks onto the bed, her arms shake as she clutches the pillow as tightly as she can. Her hand brushing another piece of fabric under the pillow as she moves.

Lifting her head to pull it out, she finds a short sleeved bed shirt buried amongst the pillows. Plainer than the clothes he wore around camp, but a similar blue in color. Cradling the fabric in her arms, she collapses face first into the pillow and lets the tears she’d been fighting all day free.

His home, his books, his bed, his pillow, his scent, his clothes. The tower equal parts comforting and devastating to be in. Laying here on the familiar bed she could almost pretend that any moment he’d join her. That the past few months had just been a nightmare she’d just awoken from to find his smiling face before her again.

She brushes her hands over her belly, not exceedingly obvious yet, but not easy to hide. The only physical proof that their love had existed, that they’d gotten lost in one another countless times. That for a moment she knew what it felt like to be blissfully happy despite all odds.

Everything else was gone or never existed. They’d always been together, no letters between them to be had. They hadn’t exactly sat down for a portrait, and the only people who really knew their love were dead or scattered across Faerûn by now. Tara knew, briefly. She’d not spent much time with the tressym, but Gale had told her later that he’d told Tara of their relationship in the few moments they took to rest and catch their breath. But it wasn’t as if Tara had lived at the camp with them.

“Tav?” A voice calls out, Tav lifts her face from the pillow in response to see Morena standing in the doorway, her own sadness evident on her face.

“I’m sorry, I… I don’t know what to do. Or say,” Tav mutters softly, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. “

“Oh dear,” she says with the shake of her head, crossing the room to sit beside Tav and wrap an arm around her shoulders.

“How did you know I was telling the truth?” Tav asks as she tries to clear the rough sound from her voice. “I’m grateful, but I understand it sounded crazy.”

“Oh it did,” Morena nods, stroking her arm. “I may not have pursued magic as he did, but I know a fair amount. And I can sense his magic.”

“You could sense his magic on me?”

“Indeed. He left a message on you in a sense. It seems it was meant for Tara, since she’d have always been able to sense it on you. And also for you.”

“A message?” She perks up immediately. “What did it say?”

“If you would like, I can show you?” Morena asks as Tav nods immediately. They join hands once again, and Tav feels the same magic flow over her. “Close you eyes, count to five, then open.”

Eyes drifting shut, Tav tries to steady her breathing as she counts, but nearly gasps as she opens her eyes to an illusion of Gale.

The illusion of Gale smiles at her, gesturing with his hands nervously, “Well hello! Either Tara or Tav. I’ve placed this message on Tav in the event I don’t come back from our lovely little battle tomorrow. Tara, I’ve asked you to seek out Tav if you didn’t hear from me, and thank you for doing that. Any paperwork will be where you would expect it, copies amended as will be needed. Thank you for being my faithful friend all these years, I couldn’t have asked for a better one. I only made it this far because of you.”

The illusion shifts in his seat, glancing to the side for a moment before looking back at her. “Tav, my love, if you’re watching this… I’m sorry. I hope we do find another way tomorrow, but I know the reality is we may not. Or even if I’ve not used the orb, but met my end somewhere along the way. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to take you home, and that I’m going to miss that date we had planned. I want nothing more than to steal you away right now and run home to Waterdeep. Right now you sleep soundly beside me, I confess I used a spell on you to ensure you do, you of all of us need to be well-rested for what we’re attempting.

“So I will get to my point my love,” his voice cracks with the words. “I love you, beyond words, beyond reason. I would spend the rest of my days beside you, no matter how long or short they are. If we make it through this, I plan to ask you to marry me. I want to be Gale Dekarios again, I want you to be Tav Dekarios, I want us to go back to Waterdeep and retire from all the blood and gore and danger. Wake up to you each morning, end each evening on the balcony with your form glowing with the sunset light. With my humble tower feeling even more like a home simply because you reside in it.

“I want many things, and have precious little time for it with what may happen tomorrow. No matter how the day ends, never doubt that you were the single best thing to happen to me, and I don’t regret a second spent in your presence. You made me feel more alive in our time together than I have felt in an entire lifetime. That being said, the tower is yours. I told you it would be our home should you want it to be, and it is. Tara will help with any legalities of that, including, if you wish, being a Dekarios. Call me selfish or vain, perhaps just plain foolish to think you’d want to marry a man that can no longer be at your side, but should you have a similar sentiment, I’ve already signed the paperwork for that as well.”

He sighs deeply, once again glancing to his side where past Tav presumably sleeps beside him, “I hope I can remove this message from you at the end of the day tomorrow, and that you never have to see it. But should it come to pass that you are watching this, if there is another life we both come to exist in, I will find you. No matter how far I have to search or how different we are, I can imagine no world where my heart doesn’t desperately call out for yours. I love you, please take care of yourself my love.”

The illusion slowly fades away, leaving Tav sitting on his bed next to his mother once again, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

“Were you able to tell him about the pregnancy before, before he passed?” Morena asks quietly.

“No,” Tav shakes her heads, squeezing the shirt still in her hands tightly. “I found out about a month after he passed that I was about two months along.”

“Tara mentioned she ran into your traveling party outside Baldur’s Gate, and there has been news of, quite honestly insane reports of what happened there. I’m to assume that is where it happened, you two were part of this group saving the city?”

Tav nods slowly, “We all were fighting, but Gale saved the day. He… never wanted to worry you with the condition he had. A magical orb in his chest that craved magic, if it didn’t get that magic, it would explode. Mystra bid him to blow up the Elder Brain in Baldur’s Gate with it, but I convinced him to keep trying. That we’d find a different way.”

She laughs bitterly and shakes her head, “We did for awhile. But in that final battle we were being destroyed. I was always the one with the plan, and I suddenly… had no plan. I could see no way out of it. He chose to use the orb to save us all. I cried and screamed and clung to him. Begging him to change him mind, begging him to let me at the very least die with him. But he wouldn’t let me. He told me he loved me, and to look to the sky for him. He teleported us outside the city, and did it. The explosion shook the city, took the Elder Brain out, and left the most beautiful aurora in the sky… the same as the night he told me he loved me for the first time. And he was gone.”

Morena sits beside her silently, her own eyes squeezed shut as she listens. She reaches over to gently grab Tav’s hand in her own.

They sit in silence for several minutes absorbing the situation, Morena eventually speaking, “I watched the message. I know his feelings for you. You may not have married him, but he clearly wanted you to.”

She turns and grasps Tav’s arms to look into her eyes, “I am here for you, you are my family. Your child is my family, and I will care for you both. For many years it was just Gale, Tara, and myself. I’ve lost my son, but you are giving me a beautiful gift in coming to me and letting me be a part of your lives. I know Gale has left the tower to you, but you are also welcome at my own home. It’s not quite as large, but it is open to you.”

Tav practically dives into her arms, tears running down her face as she hugs Morena to her tightly, “You don’t know how much that means to me, I’ve had no idea what to do. I just… want our child to be safe and happy.”

“They will be, my grandchild will be bordering on spoiled if we’re to be honest,” she smiles and pats Tav’s back. “Now how about we head upstairs and you can speak with Tara. She’s practically chomping at the bit to speak to you again, hopefully you have already accepted that you have a tressym in your life from now on. She intends to practically attach herself to your side.”

“After all the tales I’ve heard of her, I’m quite looking forward to that problem.”

-Seven Years Later-

“Young Mr. Dekarios, you simply must set that down!” Tara chastises the young boy as he runs through the house with a large tome in his hands.

Tav slips out of the next room and manages to snatch the book from his hands with a tut, “And just what do you think you’re doing with this? Advanced Wizardry isn’t exactly appropriate for you yet Orion.”

Orion stares up at his mother with his bottom lip protruded, flipping his long brown hair out of his face, “No it’s not! I can do it please!”

“No, right now the spells in here are too dangerous for you.”

“But you said I’m good at magic!” He shouts dramatically, throwing his arms out.

She sets the tome down on the table beside her, kneeling down to his eye level she brushes his hair behind his ear, “Honey you don’t have to rush this. You are good at magic, but there is no shame in mastering each step before you take on something harder.”

“I- but I-,” he stutters, crossing his arms and staring at the wooden floor. “I want to be like father.”

“Orion…” she says softly, reaching forward to pull her son into her arms for a hug. “You’re more like him than you know, but you don’t have to master his level of magic by now. He had years and years of practice and study.”

“They talk about him at school,” Orion responds eventually, kicking at the floor as he hangs onto his mother. “He was in our textbook for inventing a spell. The other children made fun of me for not knowing it… I need to know more, I have to be the best or I shame him.”

“I guarantee they don’t know the spell either, and they can talk as much as they want but you are his son. Magical ability aside, one day you will be able to do that spell just as well as him because you have his dedication to do it. There is no shame in not knowing a spell your father created in his late 20s, at age seven. Also I’m sure most of them can’t say they’ve learned some spells from Elminster himself.”

Orion pulls back with a laugh, “I learn more about cheese than I do magic from him!”

“No one else needs to know that detail,” Tav teases and taps his nose. “But Elminster would not put his time into someone he didn’t believe in, as your father once said ‘you don’t get to be thirteen centuries old without becoming a sound judge of character.’”

“How is he even that old? What kind of magic is that? Was father really old?” Orion asks, his eyes twinkling.

“Your father was most decidedly not anywhere near that old,” she chuckles. “No age altering magic for him, at least at the time. I wouldn’t have put it past him to have eventually looked into it. Whether he used it or not, he would have wanted to know.”

“Well I want to know!” He exclaims. “I could be the great Orion Dekarios, Arch mage and defier of time itself!” He leaps up onto the couch as he poses, muttering a spell under his breath to summon fire into his hand.

“Alright put the fire away great mage,” she grins and stands up, ruffling his hair.

“Arch mage,” he emphasizes, the spell disappearing from his hand as he turns to Tara. “With my trusty Tressym at my side, how could I fail?”

Tara purrs in amusement, “Certainly Mr. Dekarios. You’ll need me to keep you out of trouble.”

“Now you go get cleaned up,” Tav says ushering her son toward the hallway. “Your grandmother is going to be here soon for dinner.”

“Grandma is coming?” He asks excitedly. “Do you think she has a new adventure book for me? Or chocolate? Or one of dad’s old things?”

“You should be excited just for her coming,” she teases him and shakes her head. “Not what gifts she brings.”

“Well duh of course I want to see grandma,” he rolls his eyes dramatically. “But she brings the best gifts too.”

“Fine fine, you go get ready,” she shoos him off, watching until he disappears into a room down the hall.

“He’s growing into a fine young man,” Tara says with a long stretch.

“He is,” Tav agrees, picking up some of his books from the floor. “I just wish Gale was here to see it.”

“Mr. Dekarios would be far proud of him,” she assures her. “And of you. You’ve done an exceptional job.”

“I try my best,” she answers with a soft smile, turning to look at the portrait of Gale on the wall. A younger Gale than she knew. In his late 20’s with no sign of grey yet in his hair. From a time Morena had managed to get him to sit for a portrait.

She brushes her fingertips along his face, looking to the portrait of Orion hung beside it.

Glancing behind her to see Tara had gone off to her own affairs, Tav turns back and leans up to press a kiss to the portrait of Gale, whispering words under her breath, “Thank you… for giving me the best times of my life, and the greatest blessing I could have ever imagined.”

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios x tav #gale x tav #baldur’s gate 3 #gale bg3 #gale x reader #baldurs gate gale #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #fanfic

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theshippirate22 · 2 years ago

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Eddie had seen some weird shit before.

I mean, he’d almost gotten eaten by rabid demon bats, and he’d watched Nancy Wheeler-resident priss- go ballistic with a sawed off shotgun, and he’d watched Chrissy crumple up and float into the air via the power of some eldritch horror.

Yeah, he’d seen some Weird Shit™️

However, nothing he’d seen in his 19 years of life as weird as this. Not demobats, or a gun obsessed honors student, or a literal magic murder. This was the weirdest thing he’d ever seen, no contest.

Steve fucking Harrington- you know, the most popular guy at Hawkins High, Hawkins’ most eligible bachelor, teenage heartthrob Steve Harrington- was sprawled on his stomach on the coffee table. His knees were on the couch behind him, feet kicked up to rest against the back of it, and his face was on the floor.

Well, that wasn’t true. His face was buried in Andrea Wheeler’s stomach and he was saying “Nom nom nom,” over and over again into her onesie, tickling at her sides to make her squirm.

Andrea saw nothing wrong with this, giggling incessantly with her pudgy baby fingers fisted around the longer parts of his hair.

The laugh that burst out of Eddie couldn’t have been stopped; that was a fact. It didn’t help that when Steve heard him, he instantly shouted “Ah shit!” and tried to lift his head, but Andrea refused to loosen her grip and yanked on his hair, which was immediately followed by “Ow! Shit!”

Eddie had to lean against the doorway to support himself. His sides ached from laughing so hard and he was gasping for breath not managing any words except “What are you doing?”

Steve managed to extract her fists and look up, flushed pink in shame all the way to the tips of his ears. He scrambled off the coffee table and the second he was out of her sight, Andrea started to cry.

“I was just playing with her…” Steve mumbled, sweeping her off the floor and slipping his knuckle in her mouth for her to chew on. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“I didn’t know you were on babysitting duty again.” Eddie wiped a few of his tears away, managing to keep his face straight. “I get why you’re her favorite now, though. You are committed to the bit.”

Steve rolled his eyes, pink flooding back into his face. He wouldn’t even look him in the eye. “Yeah… what can I help you with, dude?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t get shy. It’s cute, you know?”

“Oh, gee, thanks.” He pushed into the kitchen, setting Andrea in the high-chair-esque thing strapped to the counter. She instantly started to cry again so he handed her a wooden spoon She fumbled with it for a minute before sticking it in her mouth.

“I’m not shitting you, I’m serious. She’s gonna turn out a lot better than any of us did.”

“God, I hope so.” He pulled the box of baby oatmeal from the pantry and set it on the counter. Andrea threw the spoon and reached for him, starting to cry again.

Eddie picked up the spoon and set it on the counter in her reach, but he didn’t look away from Steve. Andrea did not accept the reoffered toy, and threw her head back to scream.

Eddie winced- God, this kid had a set of lungs on her- but he didn’t miss the way Steve’s shoulders slumped a bit and his eyes drooped heavily. But he sighed deeply, and gave Andrea his hand. She took hold of his thumb and pinky in each hand respectively and gnawed on the fingertips of the other three. “Will you grab her bottle?”

He crossed over and opened the fridge. There were three bottles- again with the Weird Shit; most twenty-something men didn’t have containers (plural) of their ex’s breastmilk in their fridge, but what did he know- all of which were labeled with a sticky note bearing a day of the week. “Which…?”

“There’s one from Tuesday, I think. Whichever is oldest.”

Eddie retrieved it, realized it was just about empty and grabbed the Thursday one too just in case. “What’s gonna happen when your parents come home and find all this stuff?”

“They won’t.” He poured some of the powdered oatmeal into a bowl, dumped in the Tuesday milk, stirred it, contemplated, then added some of Thursday. “Come home, that is.”

“Why not?”

“They don’t live here anymore. Like they own it and everything, but they bought a house in Miami, and they’d rather be there, so that’s where they live.”

He sat at the barstool across the counter from him. “And are we happy about that…?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know anything different. They’ve always been gone.”

Eddie wanted to say something, to take this away from him, but he was afraid anything he said would be interpreted as pity and it wasn’t, and Steve didn’t want that anyway.

Besides, Andrea had started to make a game out of biting the spoon every time Steve put it in her mouth, and he was starting to get frustrated again very quickly.

“Hey, can I have a turn?”

Steve stared at him. It was certainly no secret Eddie had no interest in the baby; the first time he’d been handed her, he looked positively horrified and Steve had laughed and taken her back.

“I don’t ever get to feed her,” He added quickly. “I only ever see her when Nancy’s around, and… well, you know.”

Steve wiped Andrea’s mouth with the spoon, set it back in the bowl, and pushed it across the counter to him.

Eddie had never fed a baby; there wasn’t anyone younger than, like, 13 in his life besides Andrea. He’d watched Steve do it long enough to figure it out though.

She regarded him with some suspicion for the first couple spoonfuls, but eventually, she warmed up to the fact that he had the food now.

Steve leaned back against the counter behind him, tipping his head against the cabinets and closing his eyes.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow. “Steve?”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, not opening his eyes.

“You do know you can tell Nancy no, right? You don’t have to babysit every time she asks.”

“I offered.” He yawned. “She doesn’t like asking me, but I know how important it is for her to finish her dissertation, so I don’t mind.”

“You know, she could send her to daycare.”

“Absolutely not. Books said no.”

It had been a while since Steve had referenced The Books. They weren’t a necessary now that she wasn’t a newborn, but what The Books said, goes. It had been weird enough watching Steve spend so much time reading while Nancy was pregnant and after Andrea was born, but it was equally weird hearing how much he’d learned and how much he talked about them. He’d never get used to that.

“Look, it’s not a big deal.” Steve added. “It’s like three times a week, is all. She needs the time. She’s got to write the dissertation.”

Eddie set the spoon down to look at him. “I don’t know, maybe she should’ve thought of that before she got knocked up on a one-night stand.”

“Eddie!” Steve snapped, staring him down with the bitchiest face he’d ever seen.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just saying.”

“She’s our friend. The least we can do is help her. It doesn’t matter what happened, Andrea is here and someone has to watch her. I can do it, so I should. It’s what friends do.”

Eddie nodded haphazardly. He’d heard the whole spiel before. “Well, you’re my friend. And I’m worried about you.”

“What- Why- I’m fine!” He spluttered indignantly.

“Yeah? Alright. Go take a shower.”

“Why…? Do I need it?” He lifted his shirt to sniff-test and grimaced. “Okay, yeah, I do. What’s your point?”

Andrea started to fuss because the oatmeal was gone. Steve and Eddie lunged to grab the box at the same time. Steve got it first, just because his arms were longer, but Eddie yanked it from his hand and started to pour some more.

“That’s what we’re talking about.”

“We? Who’s ‘we?’ What are you talking about?”

Eddie sighed, stirring in more of the Thursday milk to get the consistency right and offered it to Andrea. “What do you think I’m doing here?”

“I don’t know, man. I thought you needed something.”

“Buckley sent me. So did Wheeler, actually. This is your intervention.”

Steve rolled his eyes, propping his hands on his hips. “I don’t need an intervention.”

Eddie raised his eyebrow suspiciously. Eyed the sink full of dishes- Steve hated dishes in the sink- the stack of mail overtaking the kitchen table, the dirty towels in a wad on the floor in front of the laundry room like a free throw that didn’t quite make it.

“What?! Okay, so it’s harder to do stuff when I’ve got the baby. Whatever. I’m the only person that lives here.”

“Steve.”

“It doesn’t really matter anyway. What if I went to your house and started nitpicking the state of your room? Because, I guarantee it’s worse than this.”

“Steve.”

“I don’t need an intervention. Nothing’s wrong. You’re all delusional because you think I’m completely incapable of everything, even though I’ve been-“

“Steve.”

“What?!”

He hadn’t realized until now that Eddie had stood up and crossed around the island to stand right by him. “You do know Nancy finished the dissertation two weeks ago, right?”

“How do you know that?” He swallowed hard, obviously irritated at being caught in his lie.

“Because she told me. Right after she told me that you’ve called almost every day for the last month to offer to babysit. You never go out with Robin anymore, you don’t want to come get high with me anymore, you don’t even take the kids to the arcade anymore. We’re worried.”

Steve rolled his eyes again, starting to turn around like he could walk out of the conversation because it was so unbearably ridiculous, but Eddie grabbed his shoulders and steeled him where he stood.

“Steve.”

“What.” It wasn’t a question; it was an ultimatum.

“Do you have postpartum depression?”

Steve gave him the dirtiest look that could’ve been possible. “Har har, you’re hilarious.”

“I’m not fucking with you, I swear. Do you?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve got a mental illness that only new moms get because of a newborn over a baby I’m not even the father of SIX MONTHS after she was born! That’s definitely what-“

Eddie wasn’t here to argue. He roped his arms around Steve’s neck and pulled him down against his shoulder in a kind of violent affection that reinforced that Steve was being a moron, but Eddie was here. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Steve tried to push away at first, but Eddie didn’t let go, if anything pulling him closer, and eventually, his hands fell away from Eddie’s chest and wrapped around his waist. His shoulders relaxed, his face buried into Eddie’s neck.

“She needs me.” He mumbled. “She needs me. She needs me.”

“Who does?”

“Andrea.”

“Yeah, but she’s gotta be with her mom sometimes too. She needs her too. Nance said she’s with you more than her.”

“She needs me.”

Eddie swallowed, running a hand lightly through Steve’s hair. “This is about Mike, isn’t it?”

And Eddie’s stomach started to ache when he felt Steve’s silent sob vibrate through him. “They never call me anymore. They’re at the arcade right now, and they never even asked.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” He mumbled, hating how his voice cracked uncomfortably. “They’re shitheads. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m not ready. I can’t do it yet. I’m not ready.”

Eddie didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t fix this. So, he rubbed Steve’s head and murmured reassuring nonsense while he thought of something better.

Robin thought this would happen. “Eddie,” she’d said to him. “What do you think will happen when the kids learn to drive?”

Eddie had given her the weirdest look. He hadn’t gotten it then. But Claudia had asked Steve to teach Dustin and he was so strange about it, always claiming he was too busy to give Dustin a lesson. Too busy for Dustin.

Karen had taught Mike. He was the oldest anyway; it made sense for him to get his license first.

“Why would it matter?” Eddie had asked.

She just shrugged, looking far off. “They won’t need rides anymore.”

“Yep, that’s how that works.”

She must’ve known he wasn’t quite getting it, but she just shook her head dismissively and murmured, “He’ll think they don’t need him anymore.”

“Who will?”

But she’d left it at that. That was the end of it.

He felt stupid now, with Steve pressed weakly against him and tears dripping down his neck. He should’ve known exactly what she meant, he should’ve stopped this.

Instead, he mumbled, “You’re gonna be okay,” another time.

Andrea fussed again, reaching pudgy, flexing fingers in Steve’s direction. Up! She demanded. Don’t forget about me!

Steve pulled himself away quickly, swatting at this eyes with his sleeve to try and wipe all of it away and lifted Andrea up onto his hip. “Sorry. That was weird. I couldn’t, uh… I’m just… You don’t have to… Don’t…” He stammered, looking anywhere but at Eddie and finishing unconvincingly with, “I’m fine.”

Oh hell no.

“Absolutely not.” He reached for her, despite Steve’s protests and her grip on his sweater but took her anyway and let Andrea lock her fists around the collar of his vests. “Go take a shower. I got it. Take a break, Stevie, I’m on top of it.”

Steve looked drained-the redness in his eyes didn’t hide the darkness underneath them, and no amount of masking could hide the slump in his posture- which is probably why he didn’t try to argue much, especially after Eddie added, “Go! Don’t think about it! Just let me take care of you.”

Steve closed his eyes, running his hands down his face and mumbled out a soft, “Okay.”

He started towards the stairs, pausing to grab the laundry on the floor Eddie had pointed out earlier, and was promptly told to leave it, which he did but he seemed more annoyed about that than the commandeering of his baby.

Andrea let go of his jacket for just long enough to take hold of a piece his hair and babbled something, following it with a deep sigh.

Eddie nodded. “You’re right. What are we going to do with him, huh?”

part 2? more of the comfort part of hurt/comfort? let me know!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i promise this was supposed to be funny but it got away from me #steddie hurt/comfort #steddie angst #steddie fluff #i love andrea wheeler with all my heart okay #yeah i know she’s not canon but she’s real to me

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blackdollette · 1 year ago

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i wanna see plus size gf reader and euro. like one of his band mates r hanging out at a small get together (it's basically like an after party. so everyones high and/or drunk) and euros very much into pda when hes under the influence so he makes a little motion at his girlfriend for her to sit in his lap. and one of the guys is like "oo.. careful, euro. dont want her to break you." and euro can see she gets a little upset and moves back to her spot on the floor and euro is NOT having that. he isnt the most affectionate lover but he doesnt want her to ever feel bad about her having some extra cushion. so hes just like "you wouldn't know what to do with all that woman anyways, fucking virgin."

and if ur in a smutty mood maybe when they get home and he sees shes still upset he has her staring into the mirror and its pretty rare for him to do this.. but he eats her out and has her stare at her body in the mirror. and then when it hits the main course hes praising her body non stop. "fuck, baby. love the way your tits bounce like that" "yeah let that ass jiggle on me, slut" "thats a good fucking girl, nobody could handle these fucking thighs like i can" etc 🤭

yall are too good with there requests 😩

"the shape of my body." | euronymous

a&w. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1213

contents: bodyshaming, self harm (a little), oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

after his show, you and the rest of his band made your way to the den, getting ready for the afterparty of his biggest show yet. as soon as you arrived, the drinking and partying began. euronymous and his bandmates were drinking, smoking and having a good time, but you were just hanging out in a corner trying not to be seen.

he noticed this as he sat down on the couch, a beer bottle in his hand. you catch his stare as he looks you in the eyes from a far. then he gestures for you to come sit with him, or rather on him. you couldn’t help but smile as you made your way to him. you liked it when he was affectionate, and it seemed like you were going to get a lot of affection tonight.

you perched yourself on his lap, him instantly pulling you into him with a big smile on his face. then your heard laughter from two of his bandmates. you didn’t think anything of it until you saw one making a circular shape with his hands. it was happening again. one whispered something into the other ear, making him bark out a laugh.

then he walked up to euronymous, sitting on the couch beside him. he had an annyoing little smirk on his face. “careful there, big girl. you wouldn’t wanna break our guitarist’s lap, would you?” the rest of the members burst into laughter. you felt tears pricking your eyes as you slipped off of his lap and pulled your skirt over your thighs.

euronymous shot them all a glare so strong that it could sear off skin. “you’re saying that like you’ve ever felt the touch of a woman. other than your mother, that is. and even she won’t let you suck on her tits anymore.” the room went silent, apart from a few more laughs from a few other guys.

euronymous tried reaching out to touch you, but you pushed him away. you were silent for the rest of the night, keeping your head down and not looking up for even a second. you looked at your thighs, cursing every cell in your body for making you look this way. euronymous couldn’t help but look at you as your eyes filled with tears. he wanted to get you out of there.

so you and him walked out, driving back home. you didn’t say a single word the whole drive. one little comment had completely ruined the night for you, and all you wanted to do was disappear. you rushed into the washroom, turning on the tap to cover the sound of you crying. you undressed, looking at your body in the mirror.

you poked and pressed different parts of yourself, feeling more miserable by the second. you wondered why euronymous was even dating you anyway. you heard everything that his “friends” said behind his back about you, and it made your heart ache. you filled the bathtub with boiling hot water before getting in, wincing as the temperature made your skin burn.

after a long bath, you stepped out of the bathroom, your eyes red from crying for so long. you walked into the bedroom, meeting euronymous who was sat down on the edge of the bed. as you entered, he stood up and grabbed the towel that you were wrapped in, throwing it to the ground. you were about to protest when he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a much needed hug.

you felt your eyes welling up once again. you didn’t think he’d care this much about how much that comment had hurt you, but he surprised you everyday. then he pushed you to the bed, right by the mirror and made you lay down. you followed his order, not really knowing what to expect. then he spread your legs apart, seeing your little pussy right there.

you gasped quietly, the mood changing in an instant. he buried his face in between your legs as he started hungrily sucking on your clit, rubbing your thighs as they started to shake. your moans quickly became uncontrollable as he licked every inch of your sweet little pussy. he began tongue fucking you, reaching a hand up to start playing with your tits.

he moaned into your pussy as he sucked it, telling you how beautiful you were and how you were the only person he would ever truly love. he felt your pussy throbbing on his tongue, signalling your climax. he inserted two fingers, quickly moving them in and out of your tight hole. you screamed as the pleasure in your body grew.

you saw him moving his hips a little, trying to get some movement against his painfully hard cock. you started gripping the bedsheets as he sucked on every single part of your pussy. you put your hand in his hair as you came all over is tongue. he licked up every last drop of it, wiping his mouth after and smiling at you.

he pulled you off of the bed as he laid down, taking your place. he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his aching cock. you already got the message. you crawled on top of him, your legs on either side of his. he grabbed your hips and lowered you onto his cock, feeling your tight walls clenching around him.

a long groan emerged from him as you started moving up and down. he sat up, not being able to resist seeing your beautiful tits bouncing in front of him like that. he took one in his mouth, sucking on it like his life depended on it. “such perfect tits, baby… so fucking pretty…” he used his other hand to pinch your nipple, making you squirm.

your eyes filled with tears as you felt yourself reaching a second orgasm. you felt his cock throbbing inside of you. it was taking all his willpower not to cum right there. then he pulled out of you for a moment, needing to catch his breath. he gave you a soft kiss before speaking in a breathless voice. “turn around for me, baby. wanna watch that ass bounce on my cock.”

you spun around and started riding him in reverse cowgirl, and his noises quickly filled the room. his hand grabbed your ass as it moved on him. the sight was irresistible to him and he couldn’t old back any longer. “just wanna cum all over your perfect ass…” he started pushing his hips into you, wanting to make you cum once more before he did.

you threw your head back as you felt an orgasm nearing once again. your milky liquid flooded down his cock, the sound of your wetness becoming louder and louder. he quickly pulled out of you and stroked himself quickly, cumming all over your ass with a low groan. he painted you with his cum, loving the piece of artwork that was in front of him.

he watched as your pussy dripped with your cum. he turned you back around and pulled you onto him, capturing you in a long kiss. then he looked deep into your eyes, looking kind for the first time in his life. “you’re perfect, darling. absolutely beautiful.”

author's note: i didnt mean for this to be so long, but i rlly loved writing it :)) im literally shaking i cant believe im starting university tomorrow :(( wish me luck, yall!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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frankenjoly · 5 months ago

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By chance

- for fukumori week 2024's day 1: jealousy - no-powers au, mori & elise are childhood besties

In theory, Fukuzawa could handle himself in almost every social situation. In practice, these kinds of parties weren’t exactly his forté.

He had only attended because Gen’ichirô (the one actually invited there from the two of them) had somehow convinced him (one of his arguments being how he needed to hang out with more people than either him and his own coworkers/trainees). So every time he went on to greet someone he knew, Fukuzawa mainly stood there, waiting for his friend to come back.

At least until he introduced him to the party’s hosts, when saying he got awestruck wouldn’t exactly be an understatement.

The pair were a blond blue-eyed woman who looked like and was dressed like a porcelain doll, which couldn’t be anyone else but the main reason the event had gotten to take place in the first place, and the man who instantly took Fukuzawa’s breath away. Way more tangible-looking than his companion but not in any way less gorgeous because of that, with black hair tied into a low ponytail and purple eyes so enticing he couldn’t help but stare. And the man in question, instead of acting coy, responded by staring back.

“Yukichi, this is the birthday girl in the flesh, our esteemed–” His focus only came back when Gen’ichirô started making introductions, until being interrupted by the woman herself.

Or it would be more accurate to state he simply let her take the reins instead.

“You can just call me Elise.” She instantly said, smiling wide and not bothering to hide a giggle at his confusion. And he had all the right to be confused; the idea of addressing someone he had just met so casually felt odd. “And this is–” She smiled mischievously, poking her companion with her index finger. “Rintarô, are you with us?” Even when he started to react, she went on and repeated the gesture a couple of times more, each one more insistent than the previous one.

“Of course, Elise-chan, dear.” The man blinked, directing his gaze towards Elise and away from Fukuzawa, also taking her hand as if to plead for forgiveness. “I would never dare to ignore you, less so at your birthday party.”

“Pfft, whatever you say, dum-dum.”

The way they addressed each other, informal and affectionate, as well as the very little to no single qualms they had when it came to physical touch, obviously meant a great deal of closeness between the two. And shouldn’t be like that, especially not when it involved a man he had just met, but the mere fact stirred something uncomfortable in Fukuzawa’s insides.

“You won’t believe me? After all we’ve been through?” After Elise answered with a scoff, he moved his attention back to Fukuzawa. “Pardon me.” Were his next words, accompanied by a slight bow. “Mori Ôgai, pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Fukuzawa instantly said, mirroring his gesture.

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“Also, sorry for the indiscretion, but I must ask. Have you two been a couple for too long?”

Both Mori and Elise’s reactions were similar in nature, but different in intensity. He let out a brief laugh, waving a hand to dismiss the idea, while she straight up bursted into laughter with no trace of shame nor making any attempt at avoiding attracting attention. That obviously caused several heads to turn in their direction, and Fukuzawa silently prayed to be rescued by Gen’ichirô, who had gone away for a while upon recognizing his most trusted work colleague at her arrival.

“Please–” It took Elise a few minutes and a ton of laughing more to calm down enough to answer; so, at said point, her eyes were filled with tears of amusement and her make-up hadn’t been ruined by sheer power of will. “One may think I’d be used to this by now, but it’s hilarious nonetheless.”

“No need to worry, Fukuzawa-dono. It tends to be a common mistake.” Mori added, smiling in a way that caught him absolutely off guard.

“My apologies, still.”

“We’ve been thick as thieves since forever, we’ll give you that. But it’s not romantic, please. In fact…” Elise also smiled, partly as a remnant of her cackling and partly with a mischievous undertone. “Rintarô’s single.”

The uncomfortable feeling setting inside him while making the incorrect assumption not only dissipated the moment she said so, but also Fukuzawa’s chest got instantly struck by a warm and bubbly feeling.

(Also on ao3.)

#fukumori #zskk #bsd mori #bsd fukuzawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #fukumori week #fukumori week 2024 #heheh #longer drabble huehuehue #elise noticing fukuzawa's jealous: god he's so pathetic they're made for each other lmao

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rleonard9 · 1 year ago

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yes please😌

part three

there will be another, obvi

but i’ll probably pause for a bit and eat, maybe curl my hair

ALSO format is a little different- i ahev it on my phone to not capitalize (for many reasons), but my computer does, so she looks a little proper

anyway

when aryne had finally gained her bearings in the back of the ambulance, she yanked her phone out, thinking about how in the hell she was supposed to simply text matthew and john that something had happened to bear. so, in an effort to save herself the headache of typing out a heartbreaking message like the one she was conjuring in her head, she checked the game, in hopes that it had possibly ended, but to her misfortune, the game had gone into overtime. quickly deciding that a text message wouldn’t be enough, she settled for leaving a voicemail.

Back at Scotiabank…

Maybe 10 minutes later, the Toronto Maple Leafs come bursting in to their locker room, having won in OT against the Tampa Bay Lightning. Matthew quickly recieved the belt for his gray game,, posed for it, and then quickly darted for his phone for his usually congratulations text from bear when they won. Only this time, there was nothing- his phone was… blank?

In a similar situation across the locker room, John dug for his phone, expecting to see the usual plethora of pictures of the kids excitedly watching the game, only to come face to face with a “Aryne left a voicemail” notification. Cautiously, John clicked on the notification, unsure of what his wife would’ve left him a message for, knowing she usually would send a text for him to read after the game, had something occurred. So for her to leave a voicemail- well it was strange, and filled him with questions.

The second he hit play, he’s met with his wife’s heavy voice, “Johnny, I’m going to need you to grab Matthew to listen to this with him too,” the voicemail started out, sending a wave of fear down his spine. “Did something happen with bear’s shoulder,” he wonders internally, not knowing just how right, and just how wrong he’d be. He quickly pauses the voicemail, before hurriedly making his way to Matthew, phone gripped tightly in his hand. He grips Matthew by the shoulder, to make him meet his eyes. “I don’t know what happened, but Aryne left a voicemail, and the first sentence was that I needed to grab you to listen to this too,” he says to the younger male, making Matthew instantly send him questioning glances. “Just- listen with me, okay,” John says in the tone that only fathers possess. John presses play, both males attentions on the box in John’s hand- the box that was about to ruin their moods. “Alright,” aryne says as she lets out a sigh, seemingly trying to gather enough words to verbalize whatever seemed to have occurred.

“Im in the back of an ambulance right now- but it’s not me, it’s Bear,” she says, instantly making John and Matthew’s heads turn towards each other in worry. Concernedly, their attention goes back to the phone as Aryne continues, “I came back to the suite after second intermission and she was passed out cold,” aryne pauses, the news falling over the two men like a bucket of cold water, and also gaining the attention of nearby Mitch Marner and Joseph Woll, their attentions now fixed on the phone being gripped like a lifeline in John’s hand.“John, they think it was her new medication. I guess since I picked it up, she thought I’d tell her if she could drink while on it, and drank.” Aryne pauses, her words hitting John and Matthew like a bags of bricks, and stunning the additional crowd the voicemail has gathered. Tears quickly began accumulating in the Knies boy’s eyes, lips pursing together in an attempt to stop the sobs from falling out. The voicemail continues on, “God John- I don’t ever want to see her like that again. I know I said the same thing when she went down with her shoulder, but god Johnny- she looked lifeless,” the Tavares woman’s voice cracks out, her cracky voice effectively cracking the wall Matthew had built in the short time listening to the message, as his shoulders started to shake with pent up sobs. John clasped his shoulder, the two men’s eyes meeting in understanding. The crowd gathered around them all had various emotions portrayed on their faces, but the most common was the worry they all had for the oldest Tavares. As the message continues, the crowd listening to the message is suddenly met with noises many are familiar with. Baby babbles. It was as if bug could understand the things her mom was saying, as she started making a few distressed noises. “Its okay bug, sissy’s gonna be fine. Everything’s fine,” Aryne’s voice soothes, although lacking the confidence many were familiar with her having. The strong mother carries on,“I left the boys at the arena with Steph. I couldn’t bare to bring them with me, and have them see her like this. Hell, I’m almost glad neither of you were there- that’s the last image I’d ever want Matthew to have of her, and defiantly not something I’d wish for you to see if I can help it.” And as if her words make her remember her requested presence of the slowly breaking boy, she starts again, “Matthew, don’t you dare feel like any of this was your fault. I know you usually read out her meds for her to take to her, and that you’re probably thinking about how you could’ve changed things- we can’t change it now Matt. I felt like I could’ve prevented it too, so please don’t put that on your shoulders sweet boy. She loves you, and that’s the last thing she’d want for you to put on yourself,” she concludes, before the sounds of the doors lf the ambulance opening are heard in the background. “We just got to the hospital. I’ll update you if and when things change. We’re at the one about 4 miles from the stadium. If you guys decide to come, and I know y’all will, please drop the boys off. They don’t need to see her like this so soon after her surgery. I love you both so much- and congratulations on the goal in the first Matt, we were all cheering.” Aryne’s message ends.

And as the voicemail makes the usual noise to alert you it’s over, that seems to be the cue for Matthew’s body to fall back into his locker, face dropping into his hands, sobs racking his body. John stares blankly at the wall in shock, slowly processing everything his wife said. Teammates nearby sat stunned, unsure of where to go from there after hearing aryne’s voice retell what happened. Mitch and Joseph, soldiering through their shock, each went towards one of the emotional males. Mitch took John, shaking the man out of his trance, before calmly talking him through what John needed to do before he left for the hospital, and what the assistant captains could help with for morning skate the following morning- an event everyone seemingly agreed that neither would be expected to show for.

Meanwhile Jospeh made his way to the sobbing boy, shaking him lightly by the shoulders. At the movement, matt’s head raised, his eyes having been transformed into endless rivers of tears. As soon as Joseph took in the state of the boy, Jospeh lightly tugged Matthew upright, bring him into a hug, his hand rising to Kniesy’s shoulders to rub at them soothingly.

After a few moments pass, John gains his bearings, quickly changing into his suit, and gesturing at Woll to help Matthew do the same. Once Matthew made it into his suit, and threw the rest of his things in his bag, he quickly made his way towards John. When he made it next to John, the man brought on of his hands to the boys shoulders reassuringly, tearful eyes meeting tearful eyes.

“We have to go grab the boys, run them home, and then we’re going to our girl Knies.” At the older man’s words, he froze, breathing rapidly picking up pace, eyes fogging in worry. “But what if she-“ he nervously starts rambling, his oxygen supply seemingly being sapped from his lungs.

A voice comes up from behind Matthew, a familiar blondes voice, “I can run him by the hospital,” Mitch speaks, meeting John’s eyes. The the blonde man thinks for a moment, “hell- me and Steph can run them home so you both can get there faster,” Mitch questions, offering hanging in the air. John pauses for a moment, thinks, and then lets out a relieved sigh. “… Could you really?” He lets out, his eagerness to accept the offer being immediately understood. “Yes- and yes, we can still do their nighttime routine… well at least Steph can,” the blonde states, tension leaving John and Matthews shoulders. Once again, in the smallest bit of deja vu, John raises his hand to pat at Matthews shoulder reassuringly, tearful eyes looking. “Let’s go see our girl.” The Tavares man states, making him and Matthew throw a hand up in a wave was they swiftly leave Scotiabank, headed for the hospital to be faced with a sight neither of them wanted to see again- Barrett Tavares in a hospital bed.

part 4 soon (tonight or tomorrow)

IM GONNA THROW UP

IM SOBBING

OMG

#🫂anon #barrett x knies

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munsonownsmyass · 2 years ago

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Priest!Matt Murdock x reader

Author’s note: what was supposedly a innocent picture shared by @mindidjarin in our TFC server caused a few of us to go feral for Father Matthew. And here's my contribution 😅

Oh, and just because I really needed Matt with the glasses, let's pretend he's almost blind 😆

And I have to say religion is not my forte, so if I've made a mistake, I'm sorry. I tried to do some research 🙈

Warnings: Oh Lord, where to begin? Sacrilege, blasphemous behavior, probably incorrect use of prayers/confessions, taking some liberties with the size of a confession booth, biblical references, corruption, Father Matthew is a virgin (because i said so!), SMUT! 18+. Implied masturbation, Oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, choking, cream pie, body worship, Catholic guilt. Let's just say I'm gonna burn in hell for this.

Words: 4K. I'm sorry, I couldn't stop.

”Church? Really?”

You can’t hide your disgust and instantly you see your roommate's smile fade. You don’t mean to offend her, not really, religion has just never been your thing. Never even been to church, you can’t really imagine going now.

“Come on. It’s always so nice to go during the holidays.” Laura tries, taking your hands in hers. “Please. For me? You only have to go once if you don’t like it, promise.”

Laura gives you a pleading smile and you feel yourself give in. She’s the kindest person ever, so how can you even say no to her? And maybe it won’t be so bad.

“But… Am I even allowed to go?” you ask with a shrug of your shoulders, causing Laura to laugh. She just wraps her arms around you, before giving your forehead a kiss.

“Of course, silly. What do you think will happen? You’d burst into flames?” she giggles before walking towards the kitchen to get your dinner started. Little does she know that is exactly what you’re thinking.

You weren’t exactly a complete sinner, but you weren’t a wallflower either. Never been afraid to try things, you’re quite sure you’ve done things Laura haven’t even heard off. She’s probably spray you with holy water if she knew. It’s quite ironic you ended up with a good modest catholic girl as your roommate, when you live in Hell’s Kitchen of all places.

The following Sunday you find yourself in front of Clinton Church with an overly excited Laura at your side. Her family would go to church religiously every Sunday and she never missed one. After moving to Hell’s Kitchen, she had quickly found a new church and according to her, the priest here were amazing and really inspiring, whatever that means.

Laura drags you all the way up to the front. You’re about to protest, hoping you could have hidden in a corner, when you hear people fall silent. Looking up at the alter, you see the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.

“Who’s that?” you whisper, earning an annoyed look from Laura. “That’s the priest. Now shush.”

And you do. Not because she told you too, but because you wouldn’t even be able to form words if you tried. You’re instantly drawn to him. His dimples when he smiles, his smooth voice as he talks passionately throughout the sermon, his beautiful eyes as they look over his congregation.

After the service, Laura drags you up to the priest, wanting to introduce you. “Father Matthew, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She says softly, causing him to turn around. He’s even more handsome up close and you feel your mouth go dry. Laura gives him your name and when he repeats it, you feel yourself blush.

“Welcome. It’s good to have you with us.” He says with a bright smile, taking your hands in his. “If there’s ever anything, my office is always open.”

Oh, if only he knew what you were thinking right now. You nod politely, thanking him. Another person demands his presence, so he bids you farewell with another killer smile, making your knees weak. Unable to tear your eyes away, you eye him as he talks to the other attendants. Charming, handsome and passionate. You start to see the appeal of going to church.

A few days later you find Laura knee-deep in flour when you come home from work, the kitchen looking like a mess.

“What’s going on?” You ask with a grin, trying to help lessen the damage. With a heavy sigh, she sits down on a stool, pulling some dough out from her hair.

“There’s a bake sale at the church. I want to help.” She huffs out, pouting like a child. You can’t help but laugh softly, helping her with another lump of dough.

“Let me bake it for you.” You pat her shoulder, as you return to the counter and start cleaning up some of the mess she’s made. An idea pops into your head. “Maybe I should come to the bake sale. Help you out.”

At that she stops and look at you, confusion written all over her face. “You? Wanna help? But you don’t even believe in God.”

“No, but I believe in Father Matthew’s ass.” You grin, but stopping as soon as you see the horrified expression on Laura’s face. “What?”

“You really shouldn’t talk about a priest like that.” She counters, looking uncomfortable. “I don’t think a man as devout as him would appreciate it.”

“Oh, come on!” You grin, leaning against the counter as you face her, arms crossed over your chest. “You make it sound like it’s a sin or something. I’m just saying he’s hot.”

Laura avoids your gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the little piece of dough she pulled from her hair. She’s clearly uncomfortable, trying to find the right words. “But… It kinda is forbidden. I mean, he’s a priest. A catholic priest. They have to abstain from such things.”

Putting down the spoon in your hand, you look at her confused, replaying her words in your mind. “So… You’re telling me Father Matthew is a virgin?!”

“Not that it’s any of our business to discuss, but…” she pauses, her cheeks a bright pink, clearly not used to conversations like this. “It’s most likely, yes.”

And with that she walks away, done with the conversation. Shaking your head in disbelief, you save the batter before pouring it into a pan. You couldn’t wrap your head around a guy like him being a virgin. So charismatic and kind, there was no way.

The next day at the bake sale, Father Matthew comes over to thank you for the help. You generously offer to help whenever he needs it, which is how you found yourself helping out at the church several times a week. Whatever it took to get closer to Father Matthew.

He was like this forbidden fruit, a beacon calling you in like a moth to a flame. You always found yourself smiling in his company, craving his attention. And you dont think the affection is one sided. Father Matthew smiles more in your presence, always finding reasons to be near you.

Small fleeting touches would send your heart soaring. You wondered if he knew the effect he had on you, how much you longed for him.

Especially late at night, laying alone in your bed, you found your thoughts invaded by him. How his perfect body would feel against yours. How those lips would feel, trailing kisses over every inch of your skin. His voice whispering sweet praises in your ears.

It really wasn’t fair. A pious and devout man with an ass and lips made for sin, and you couldn’t touch him. You were starting to think that if there really was a God, he certainly was a cruel one.

It’s a quiet day at the church, not really anything to do. But still you stayed, talking to Matthew about… anything really. Today he talked about how his life sometimes had been lonely before he found his calling. The words from Laura still ringing in your head, you find your courage to finally ask the question that’s been burning to come out.

“Have you never been curious?” Your ask, your fingers grazing the rows of benches as you make your way over to Matthew. Looking to you briefly, he just offers a smile as he keeps putting the bibles in place.

“It's my job to be curious, but for the sake of argument. Curious about what?”

“What I mean is…” You step forward, further closing the distance between you and Father Murdock. “Have you ever been tempted?”

He swallows hard and you hear his breathing get heavier. Licking his lips, he puts down the bible and turn to you. “I have.”

You know you shouldn’t, but you walk closer still, your body almost touching his. “And you never wanted to give in to temptation?”

“Tha-that would be a sin.” He breathes out, clearly affected by you. “The, uhm… The devil often sends temptations in the most…” he pauses, breathing strained as his hand comes to rest on the bench in front of him, knuckles almost turning white as he clenches around the wood. “Alluring forms. All to test our faith.”

“And how strong are you in your faith, Father?” you breathe out, using every single ounce of willpower not to kiss him. Never one to believe, you feel yourself praying for strength to resist him.

“Not-” he swallows, turning his head to you, his face a mere inch from yours. “Not as strong as I want to be.”

The air between you is thick. You want to lean in, claim his lips with your own. Your whole body is screaming for him. It’s so forbidden, but you don’t care. You want him more than you’ve ever wanted a man before. Needing him like you're drawing and he is air.

Unable to hold back any longer, you lean forward and gently press your lips to his in a sweet, brief kiss. Petrified, he stands there wide eyed, mouth slightly ajar.

The door to the church opens, causing Father Matthew to break away from you. His face flustered, bottom lip quivering as he tries to compose himself. He looks to the man who entered the church, swallowing hard, as he takes one of the bibles, using it to cover his erection.

“I-I must go.” He stutters, fixing his glasses and smoothes down his hair, trying to look unphased when in fact his insides are in turmoil, his soul on fire from your kiss. He gives you a soft smile, his free hand squeezing your arm, before he walks down the aisle.

You sit down in the confession booth, waiting. It’s not long before the hatch slides away, the unmistakable voice of Matt Murdock greeting you.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first time confessing.”

His breathing changes. He knows it’s you. He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat before he speaks. “What do you have to atone for, my child?”

“I have had unpure thoughts of a man I shouldn’t lust after. A man of the church. I feel myself drawn to him.” You confess, looking to the little window between you and Matthew. “I… I have touched myself thinking about him.”

“Oh God.” He breathes out, barely above a whisper.

“I have thought about all the ways I could please him. How he would feel inside me.”

A soft whimper fills the air. You can hear him squirming beside you, finding it hard to sit still. “I wonder if he thinks of me too. If he has laid there in the darkness, hard at the thought of me.”

“Please… Don’t…” is all he manages to say, hearing the struggle in his voice. “I can’t…”

In that moment you give hell to everything, leaving the booth and find yourself opening the door to his side. Father Matthew looks up, breathing coming out hard, as he tries to control himself. His cock is straining against the zipper, begging to be released. He tries to hide it, ashamed of how little self-control he has around you.

You walk in, not even bothering to close the door behind you before you straddle his lap, your core rubbing against his hard length. He whimpers at the contact, muttering prayers under his breath.

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll go.” You say, the pleading clear. You want him with every fiber of your being, already soaked through your panties. A wicked part of you wants to ruin him, wants to know you were the one taking his innocence, right here before the eyes of God.

“You know I can’t.” He looks up, eyes glazed over with lust. He swallows hard, his hand cupping your cheek. He prays that you have the strength to leave, because his is faltering. Leaning in closer, your breath ghost over his lips, causing him to shiver.

“Please don’t. I… I’m not strong enough to resist you.” He stutters, not breaking away. You claim his lips in a soft, almost timid kiss. Moans fill the air as he feels your soft lips against his. Deepening the kiss, you grind against him, feeling how hard he is under you.

Your hands move down his chest, cupping his bulge, eliciting sweet whimpers from Father Matthew. You push away, falling to your knees, the cold stones hard against your skin. You unzip his pants, hand wrapping around his weeping cock, so desperate for attention. Father Matthew puts his hand over yours, causing you to stop.

“No, we can’t… ” He tries to protest, yet his hips jerk up into your hand, whimpering at the friction. At that you just smile softly, taking him into your mouth down to the base, getting a loud moan from him. Father Matthew throws his head back, eyes open, thinking about the lifeless figure hanging over the alter, judging him.

“God forgive me.” He whimpers, his fingers gripping onto the bench beneath him. You bob your head, moaning as his tip hit the back of your throat. The vibrations of your moan sending shivers through Farther Matthew, making him squirm under you, before he stops you by pushing your head away.

He falls to his knees, facing you. His eyes almost find yours, the intensity of the moment making his heart swell with something he wishes were weaker, so he could ignore it. But he can’t. His hands move to the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head, uncovering your smooth soft skin that breaks out in goosebumps under his timid touch.

You know it's the first time he's ever touched another human so intimately, so you let his fingers explore your skin, his trembling hands cupping your breasts.

Your heart is beating fast, the sound almost deafening as your lips come together again. You make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, fingers running hungrily over his chest. You hold him tight as you press kisses down his jaw to his throat.

Father Matthews skin burns under your touch, eyes half lidded, heavy with want as his eyes search for you. With a hand flat on his chest, you turn, pushing him back until he’s laying on the floor, his upper body outside the booth. Anyone could walk in and find you, but none of you care. Straddling him, your soaked panties rub over his exposed cock, making him groan under you. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as you grind on him.

Pulling your panties to the side, you take a hold of his cock, slowly lowering yourself onto his hard length. Father Matthew holds his breath as you take him to the base, his mind going blank at how good you feel. “God forgive me.” He chants, over and over, as you fuck yourself on his cock. His whimpers fill the air, the sound echoing throughout the church.

His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts up into you, unable to hold back. It’s so good, so forbidden. It only takes a few more seconds before Father Matthew comes with a loud groan.

“Oh God!” he moans, eyes closed as he pumps into you one last time before coming to a halt. For a moment, all you hear in the empty church, is your heavy breathing filling the air. After catching his breath, he sits up, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He pushes you off him gently, averting your gaze as he quickly fixing his clothes. Guilt is painted all over his features, his face red with embarrassment as he runs towards his office, leaving you alone on the floor.

A week later, you find yourself outside his office. You want to say your sorry, to seek his forgiveness for being weak. You wanted it, but it wasn’t until you saw the torment on his face that you realized what you had done.

You had taking his virginity, without even thinking about the consequences. You had to make amends. Taking a deep breath, you knock on his door and wait.

“Come in.”

Peaking in, you see him sitting at his desk, a stack of paper before him. His fingers glide over the pages, reading another line, before looking in your direction.

“What can I do for you?”

“I… I wanted to say sorry.” You barely manage to say, voice close to breaking. Father Matthew stop what he's doing, pushing away from his desk.

“You’re not the only one guilty of what happened that day.” He walks up to you, his index finger gently tracing your jaw. “And I’m sorry for leaving you. I just…”

“Felt guilty?” You offer, getting a small smile in return from Father Matthew. Cupping your cheek, he nods softly, sighing at the feeling of your soft skin under his fingers.

“Yes. I cannot allow myself to be tempted.” He pauses, resting his forehead against yours. “But you make it very hard. Make me falter in my faith.”

He breaks away from you, walking back to his desk, the frustration evident. You walk over to Father Matthew, sitting down beside him on the desk. There’s so much you want to say, but you fear the words wouldn’t help. You settle for placing your hand on his, a gesture so innocent compared to what else you've done, but it still feels like you're playing with fire.

Father Matthew looks to his hand, lips quirking up in a little smile, before he turns his hand around, so he can hold yours. His thumb moves in soft circles on the back of your hand, the motion as soothing for him as it is to you.

Looking down at the table, you see a pair of glasses with dark red glass, so unlike the ones he usually wears. "What are the red glasses for? Can you read hidden codes in the books with them?"

"You have watched too many movies." Father Matthew grins, giving your hand a squeeze. He looks in their direction, scratching the back of his head. "Most blind people wear dark shades. Some to hide their eyes, but most because it's easier on the eyes."

"But... you're...?"

"Almost completely blind. Barely any sight left. So it's not long before I'll have to switch these out." He smiles, tapping the clear glasses on his nose.

After that, the two of you sit in silence for a while, none of you daring to speak. Finally, you break the silence.

"Father Matthew, I-"

“I believe you were put on this earth to be my test from God. My apple of Eden.” He interrupts with a pained smile, turning to you, his free hand coming to rest on your cheek. "And now that I've known desire, I fear one taste will never be enough."

You blush, the sacrilege in his words weighing heavy on you. You know what those words could mean, how they could bring ruin to him, as he would sacrifice everything he's worked for, for you.

His lips find yours in an innocent kiss. A silent 'God forgive me' falls from his lips, before they claim yours again. This time less timid as his tongue begs for entrance. It quickly turns heated, frantic, as he moves closer to you, unable to keep his distance any longer.

Father Matthew moves from the desk, only to stand between your parted legs, his hands shaking as they pause on your thighs. He falls to his knees, looking up at you.

“What wicked games our Lord can play, sending someone like you to cross my path.” He breathes out, fingers trembling as they open your jeans. Slowly he pulls them off along with your underwear, exposing you to him. Hands caressing up the length of your legs, causing Father Matthew to shiver.

“No one but you could make a man fall from grace.” He grins, nipping at the tender flesh of your inner thigh, eliciting a string of whimpers from you. “Hail Mary, full of Grace.” He prays, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin, muttering prayers under his breath. You shiver as he nears your heated core, already soaked for him. He kisses you mound, his breath on your sensitive cunt making you tremble.

“Pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death. Amen.” He pleads, his eyes blown wide with lust as he dives in, his tongue licking up your wet slit.

"Oh God… Father Matthew." You moan out, fingers entangling in his hair as he devours you like a man starved. His perfect lips encircle your clit as he starts sucking, pulling a sweet moan from you. His name falls from your lips, like the softest prayer, a hymn more beautiful than any he'd ever heard before.

Lowering himself a little more, he licks at your entrance, the sweet taste of you making him moan into your folds. He grabs a hold of your hips, urging you closer as he pushes his tongue inside of you, wanting to drink you in completely.

Flattening his tongue, he licks up your slit, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud. It's all too much and with a few more flicks of his tongue, you come undone with his name on your lips.

He keeps nipping at your sensitive core as you come down, your breathing rapid as you look down, marveling in the sight before you. He looks good on his knees, like a good catholic boy praying at the alter that is you.

Pulling him up to his feet, you kiss him with unknown passion, the hunger for him threatening to break you if you don't feel him inside you soon. Father Matthew feverishly pull at his belt, impatiently unzipping his pants. He palms his erection, pumping a few times before he lines up at your entrance, his whole body trembling.

He knows it's a sin, he knows he shouldn't. But he wants you, needs you. Not since he found his calling, his path, has anything called to him as you do. His Lilith, his temptress, unbroken and unbowed as you make this cold office feel like your own Garden of Eden.

Pushing in, his legs almost give in at the feeling of you. Your wet heat, so inviting as he pushes in, soft prayers once again spilling over his lips.

"God, give me strength." He mutters, voice close to breaking, his lips claiming yours in a desperate kiss.

Your tight warmth surrounding him, igniting a furious fire deep in his belly. His hands find your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh. He pulls out slowly, reveling in the feeling of you.

“How can anything that’s a sin feel so good?” He breathes out as he pushes in slowly, inch by delicious inch, before he bottoms out. “I’m sure this is what heaven feels like.”

By the time Father Matthew starts thrusting, you almost sob at the sensation of his hard cock inside you. The stretch is delicious and he takes his time, savoring you and your cunt with slow and deep thrusts. You clench around him, already close again.

He grips you harder, his pace quickening as he gets close to his own release. His hand moves up to your throat, squeezing gently, just enough to make you gasp for air.

"Matthew, please…" You whisper as he claims your lips, the kiss almost bruising as he pistons his hips against you. You scream out your release, fingers digging into Father Matthews shoulders. He only thrusts once more, before he spills inside you, filling you to the brim.

"Jesus Christ!" You pant, feeling how he throbs inside of you. Matthew just chuckles, kissing your forehead sweetly.

"Language. You shouldn't take his name in vain." He says seriously, but soon breaks into a laugh. He kiss you again, quick pecks on your lips, cheeks and nose.

"Sorry, Father." You feign innocence, biting your lip. Father Matthew just sighs, nudging your bottom lip free with his thumb before he kiss you softly.

"What should I do with you?" He laughs, placing another series of soft kisses on your lips.

"I think this calls for lots and lots of private confessions. This little lamb has strayed too far from the path." You grin, kissing his neck. He instantly moans, still new to this kind of intimacy.

What you’ve done, is the ultimate sin and could lead to Father Matthew being excommunicated. Forced to leave the church and his calling. But by the way his cock twitches against your core, you think he's ready to sin some more.

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holly-louisexox · 2 years ago

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 9

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Not my GIF

"You so would have been impressed by my ballet skills." Delia laughs as she and Andy walk through the hotel towards where the rooms were; they were rather lucky in the case that everyone had a room in the same area of the hotel.

"Still on about the ballet?" Andy shakes his head trying to conceal his grin. "I'll ask you about that when you're sober, I guarantee you won't want to show off your moves then."

"Fuck! I left my key in Shevy's bag!" Delia curses turning back to face Andy after having realised her key was not in her jacket pocket.

"Fuck sake Delia! How could you be so stupid?" Andy groans before instantly catching his chill. "It's fine, there's a sofa in my room, I'll just take that. Come on."

"Don't flatter yourself Andy, you wouldn't be the first guy I've shared a bed with and it not be romantic." Delia scoffs slightly as she follows Andy to his room.

"You're the one who said it was a shame I'm attractive cause I'm massive dickhead." Andy shakes his head again whilst feeling that same slight smile pull at his lips; he'd be lying if he said these couple of weeks hadn't changed how he feels about people, Delia standing her ground against him definitely shook him a little. It's not that he wanted people to be scared of him or not bother with him but no one in the band had really stood up against him, just kind of got on with it and that allowed Andy the chance to wallow in his anxieties and sadness in the hopes that they would disappear eventually

"And it wasn't a lie." Delia grins before scrunching her face up as she realises her outfit. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow? If I sleep in this dress a tit will most likely fall out and nobody wants to see that."

"Oh, erm, yeah. Yeah I do, I'll grab you one." Andy replies in shock; Andy knew he was socially awkward but when he was around Delia it was a whole other level, probably because of how annoying he always found her but he had agreed to be civil so civil is what he will be. "Here."

"Thanks... Erm, would you mind turning around please?" Delia's grin turns awkward, Andy wasn't the only one who now felt the sudden tension in the room.

"Oh, yeah, yeah sure." Andy stutters slightly before turning around allowing Delia to change; honestly he didn't understand why she couldn't change in the bathroom, same time it was probably a good thing in case she fell and hurt herself or something.

"Okay I'm good." Delia informs Andy making him turn around to see her placing her now folded dress on the back of the little chair in the room before she throws herself backwards onto the double bed. "Is it weird that I love hotel beds? I feel like they're always more comfortable, like sleeping on a cloud or something."

"I can't say I've ever thought about it." Andy replies trying not to stare at the girl in his shirt. Sure he found Delia to be very pretty but she was also very annoying, he had to remember that part. plus with this tour things were already awkward. "You sure you don't want me on the sofa?"

"Don't make a mole hill mountain." Delia grumbles before climbing under the duvet.

"The saying is 'don't make a mountain out of a mole hill', a mole hill mountain makes no sense." Andy finally lets the laugh he'd been hiding for so long slip which also makes Delia burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah! That's what I meant!" Delia looked as if she was close to tears at this point.

"Right, well I'm gonna change. I'm gonna go to the bathroom to do so, just so, you know, whatever." Andy stutters again; what was wrong with him when it change to this annoying member of the team?

"Sure, you do you boo." Delia calms before pulling the duvet over herself more.

Once Andy walks out of the bathroom after changing out of his jeans to a pair of more suitable trousers to sleep in, he sees Delia sound asleep. which causes that same small smile to form on his face- this was 100% the effect of the alcohol he had been drinking earlier that night, there's no way he would find someone so insufferable attractive.

Shaking away his thoughts Andy awkwardly climbs into the bed next to Delia trying to ensure there was room in between the two of them- this did not need to be anymore awkward then it already was.

"Delia? What are you doing?" Andy asks the girl, who was not completely asleep, after she decided that she was actually going to ruin the whole leave space plan Andy had subconsciously by cuddling into Andy's side.

"I'm cold. You're warm. So I snuggled." Delia mutters half asleep.

"Oh." Was all that Andy was able to get out before he heard soft snores coming from Delia.

There was absolutely nothing that should be pulling Andy to Delia right now. Sure she was very pretty but the two of them clashed like fire and ice, nothing would work and would end in disaster, Andy knew this. So why was he suddenly drawn to this fiery girl sleeping next to him? Andy made himself a promise that after his divorce with Juliet he wouldn't allow himself to get close to anyone like that again because it was easier. That was a promise that was suddenly becoming hard to stick to, but regardless, he was determined to stick to it.

After all, for his own sanity he had to....

...Right?

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starsxblazing · 11 months ago

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You're Losing Me (Part Two)

A/N: Yet another piece that broke my heart and left me crying

Summary: The struggle of the aftermath of your death begins and leads you a new path in life

Warnings: talk of suicide, angst.

Azriel x Reader

Part 1 - Part 3

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Azriel was unable to move from his spot on your couch where Rhysand had forced him to move to. He was covered in your blood from where he had held your lifeless body and cried until there was nothing left to give. Through his haze, he noticed that Amren was the only one who seemed calm enough to handle all of the business at hand even though his brothers’ were trying to stay strong. Rhysand had ordered Feyre to return home when she came bursting through the door in a panic because he didn’t want her seeing the sight.

The image of you laying in a pool of your own blood, a knife on the floor beside you, was one that he would never be able to wash from his mind. His mind replayed every single argument that had happened between the two of you and it only made him feel even worse by the second. You had done everything in your power to save the relationship but he had pushed you to the side and taken you for granted.

It only led to you spiraling in your depression that he hadn’t had the decency to acknowledge. He was the reason that the entire family was hurting because he was the one that had led you to taking your own life. If he wasn’t such a spineless coward, he would have done the same already, the empty void, the emptiness of you, was the only thing that he could feel as he stared blankly at the wall across from him.

“You need to leave.” Rhys was squatting in front of him but Azriel could barely process what was saying, only noticing the stern and disapproving glare etched on the High Lord’s face. “We’ve got it from here.”

“I can’t just leave her-”

“There is no reason to care now.” Rhysand’s eyes narrowed in on him and it was then that he noticed the tears lining his eyes. “You said the Cauldron was wrong and I guess you were right. You’re free to fuck anyone you want now without repercussions.”

“I only want her! There has to be-”

“She took her own life, Azriel.” Hearing the words out loud had a broken whimper escaping him. “We’ve watched your neglect and your relationship falling apart. We are just as much to blame for not intervening but ultimately, you were the breaking point.”

Azriel had nothing to say to that since he knew it was true. There would be no comfort or reassurance from any of them and he would be left alone to deal with his betrayal on his own. Unable to take the scent of your blood paired with the emptiness of the bond, he did as his brother said and took to the skies.

“You’re lucky that they buried you as fast as they did.”

You glanced at Clarissa, your friend from Winter Court, as the two of you stood on the border that led into Autumn. Rubbing the back of your neck, you sighed while hoping that the brand would stop burning at some point. A part of you truly did want to die but a nagging in your gut told you that it was something that you shouldn’t do. Your faked death would allow you to escape to live in peace where you would no longer have to keep watching your mate love someone else.

“They’re probably glad to be rid of me,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes even though they started to fill with tears yet again. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead for real.”

“I hope you managed to make a plan after all of this because if they catch wind-”

“If I have any say in it, they won't. I'm perfectly happy to live in complete solitude at this point.”

They both knew that wandering into Autumn Court territory was a huge gamble but it was the only way to escape. You intended to escape all of the way into the far edges of the human lands so that you wouldn’t be found but the plan had failed just as soon as you crossed the border once Clarissa disappeared. You were instantly surrounded by mounted guards and froze while wondering if you were truly going to die this time. A tsk coming from behind the soldiers sounded before the heir of the Autumn Court strode forward.

“Word is that you’re dead,” Eris started, a mischievous smirk on his face. “But it seems as if that isn’t the case.”

“I would prefer if the information stayed that way.” You eyed the guards behind him. “But I guess you have every right to drag me straight to your father or back to Night Court.”

“They will not say a word about what they have seen,” he assured, turning towards them to look between all of them. “Leave us. You saw nothing.”

The guards nodded and did as told. Once they were out of sight, Eris began walking but stopped when you hadn’t moved. The look on his face told you enough that he was waiting somewhat patiently before you decided to take the chance.

“You leading me to my true death, Vanserra?” you asked in a somewhat mocking tone.

“Now is that any way to speak to the one that is helping you?” he asked with an amused chuckle.

“Well, where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere that no one knows about so you can explain what in the hell is going on.”

He chuckled again when you huffed. Your legs were tired and burning but you kept silent until a small cabin deep in the woods came into view. You couldn’t help your curiosity when you stepped inside of the small cottage that felt oddly homely. A fire started in the fireplace with a snap of his fingers as soon as you both crossed the threshold.

“Now, I can easily give you safe harbor here if that is what you need.” He crossed a leg over the other, a picture of true cockiness despite the somewhat gentle expression that he was giving you. “But I would first like an explanation why a member of the Night Court who is allegedly dead is now in mine.”

“That is no longer my court,” you scoffed while you took a seat in a chair across from him.

“Sources vary about your death. Some say it was a fight but a small handful of others say that you killed yourself but here you are. Alive and seemingly well.”

“I’m the furthest thing from ‘well.’”

You sighed when he did nothing but remain quiet, waiting patiently for a detailed explanation. Despite the warnings of being cautious around him, you let everything spill from your lips because you needed to release all of it along with your emotions. By the time that you were done, silent tears were rolling down your face.

The more I think about it now, the less I know

All I know is that you drove us off of the road

“So the shadowsinger is your mate and has been cheating on you for months.” Eris’s eyebrows scrunched as he thought more about it. “And a friend of yours branded you so you wouldn’t be able to die from your own hands and keeping your bond seemingly broken before glamouring it.”

“That’s the jist of it,” you muttered, feeling stupid as you heard the words coming from someone else. “Being a High Fae made it possible for the wound to begin to close and my friend’s spell kept my heart beating while also casting an illusion. So here I am.”

“If the High Lord didn’t tell you, my proposal still stands,” he replied with a smirk.

“I tell you that everyone that was supposed to be my family and kept all of this from me thinks that I’m dead and the second thing that you have to say is a marriage proposal?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Your priorities are astonishing.”

“A male needs a beautiful female at his side when he becomes High Lord.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I also wouldn’t be opposed to making you my High Lady.”

“I’m supposed to be dead, Eris,” you huffed. “Besides, your father had my entire family killed after they helped me escape. He’ll probably remember me.”

“I will not allow him to hurt you,” he replied in a matter of fact tone, shrugging his shoulders in the process. “You are welcome to stay here for as long as you want. I will supply you with whatever it is that you need in the meantime.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise as he left without another word and you couldn’t help but wonder if he truly was good deep inside.

Had me in the palm of your hand

Then why’d you have to go and lock me out when I let you in

As promised, he returned every chance that he could with supplies and kept you company for as long as possible. You hadn’t been able to understand how Azriel had been able to fall in love with someone else but by the time you had been with the heir for six months, you had awoken one morning in his arms and realized that you had done the same.

“Are you ever going to accept my proposal?” he asked while running his fingers through your hair while he held you close. “I know I offered you as long as you needed here but after six months, I’m more than eager to have you by my side and show you off.”

“What would your father say?” You held his gaze while realizing that you wanted the same. “Wouldn’t you having a bride-to-be concern him since you are next in line?”

“He won’t have a choice,” he answered matter of factly.

Deciding to take the chance on finding a new happiness, you agreed before getting dressed. You followed Eris, hand in hand while trying to calm your nerves. Beron scared you with his cruelness but your new love did nothing but whisper his reassurances during the entire trip. The current High Lord scowled at you as soon as Eris all but dragged you into the throne room.

“I am here to announce that I have found a bride,” Eris started, watching his father closely.

“That thing?” Beron scoffed once he looked you up and down. “You have become as bad as your brother.”

“She is High Fae,” Eris replied coolly, keeping your hand in his while you forced yourself to keep your head high. “I see no issue.”

“You are not-”

“I am.” Eris continued to watch him with determination and caution. “There will be no changing my mind on the manner.”

“We’ll see.”

No sooner than the words left the High Lord, he was lunging at you with a speed that you couldn’t keep up with. There was a hand around your throat before you were slammed into a pillar behind you. You barely heard Eris yell your name while your windpipe began to collapse. Red clouded your vision and the grip on your throat was released. Gasping for breath with a hand over your heart, you looked down to see Eris’s sword through Beron’s back straight into his heart before you lost consciousness.

All you had to do was stay

Azriel was, surprisingly, allowed to be there for your burial the very next morning and all that he was able to do was cry silently. His heart was shattered and he didn’t know how he was going to live without you by his side. Regret ate at him every second of every day and he locked himself in his old room in the House. He refused to leave, to eat, to do anything except curl up in his bed while wishing you were beside him. Wishing that you were where you were supposed to be. A week went by in his broken stupor before there was finally a knock on his door.

“Hey, Az.” The healer that he had broken his mate for stood in the door, looking up at him hopefully. “I wanted to come check on you.”

“Go. Away,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at her as intimidating as he could. “And stay away from me.”

“But-”

“You can leave willingly or I will throw you off of the balcony myself.”

Her eyes widened in surprise before they filled with tears and she ran away. It didn’t bother him at all that he had made her cry, especially when he realized that he never did love her. His shadows stayed away from him the most that they could but when they were swirling around and covering him in darkness, they screamed at him.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

Why? Why?

Your fault.

Miss her.

Love her.

It was the only thing that they whispered to him on repeat as if they wanted him to hurt as badly as he had hurt you. He had half of a mind to force them to strangle him but he knew that they would refuse so that he would suffer, especially since they had warned him constantly. The broken bond was the most disorienting and painful thing that he had ever endured. Everytime he thought about the emptiness, the harder he broke down with sobs, finally understanding why Feyre had fallen apart when Rhys had died.

Cassian forced him by dragging him out of his room roughly at the two week mark, forcing him to eat before telling him that he needed to leave. Nesta watched him with hardened features, looking as if she was ready to begin a verbal assault that he more than deserved. As if she knew, she remained silent because she wanted him to feel bad.

He was only able to manage a few spoonfuls of the food in front of him before his brother was forcing him out of the House and to the river house to where Rhys was waiting. Due to his lack of strength, it was hard to fly but he pushed through it. When he stepped through the door, he was met with the sight of a red eyed and angry Feyre while Rhysand simply watched him with a mix of fury and disappointment.

“I have work for you,” Rhys started, not bothering to take him to the office. “It starts immediately.”

Azriel listened half heartedly, nodding when the High Lord was finished and took to the skies yet again. Within three months, he managed to get injuries with every single mission that he was given. The physical pain was welcome because he had hoped that it would mend his shattered soul but it didn’t. Six months passed in the same way and loss of muscle mass and weight was beginning to affect him greatly. He was summoned to the river house where he was sure that he would be cursed for all that he was worth finally but was surprised to find everyone already in the office. A slight emotion akin to curiosity filled him by the many different expressions on the faces of the Inner Circle.

“It’s about time.” Rhysand looked him up and down with a hint of disgust before addressing the others. “I just received word from Eris that his father is dead.”

“The prick finally made a move?” Cassian asked with a noise that was mixed with a scoff and laugh. “It took him long enough. What happened?”

“A sword through his back into his heart,” Rhysand answered, stopping for a moment to think. “Reports are murky at best but most of them lead to a female being involved.”

“His mother?” Mor suggested.

“No.” Rhys shook his head, seemingly trying to figure it all out himself. “I hear that it wasn’t one that resides in the court.”

“Probably a female that he was interested in and Beron saw it as a threat,” Amren mused.

“Eris isn’t the type to be so protective of a female.”

The room fell silent at Feyre’s suggestion but he wasn’t able to keep focus on it. His shadows were taunting him nonstop, not giving him one moment of rest. There were dark bags under his eyes due to his lack of sleep. He didn’t even care enough about himself to worry while he contemplated his own death. It would be easy enough to get himself killed on a mission and he would finally be able to escape the emptiness and pain.

“That means we’re going to check it out?” Cassian’s question brought him back to the present. “Make sure he isn’t plotting anything?”

“Well, of course,” Rhys replied with a hardened expression. “We leave in an hour.”

All you had to do was stay

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somekndofnature · 1 year ago

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Another chapter everyone! They're going to start being longer from now on. Hope you enjoy it.

This is a flashback that shows the first time Inuyasha and Kagome met. It doesn't go spectacularly. Enjoy reading this dummy hanyou stick his foot in his mouth.

Edit: forgot to add the AO3 link Chapter 2: That Leave Me Wanting More

Nine years ago…

Inuyasha paced the wall of windows lining the pristine conference room of a major LA record label, not quite believing his luck. Most bands had to bite and claw for years to get an opportunity like this, but while The Strays—Sango’s idea of a joke—had paid its dues, they had managed to catch the eye of a label early on. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he wasn’t about to let go to waste.

Sango grabbed his arm as he passed her for the dozenth time, tugging him toward the table. “Would you sit down? You’re freakin me out.”

He collapsed into one of the plush white office chairs with a blustering sigh. Across the table Miroku rolled his eyes as if he couldn’t believe how childish Inuyasha was being, but his thumbs drumming on the edge of his knee betrayed his nervousness. They were all about to burst with excitement, but the uncertainty of their situation was not lost on any of them.

Inuyasha had no idea what he was doing or how this business really worked. He knew music. He knew how to work up a crowd, wail on his guitar, and tear the motherfucking house down, but the nuances of navigating ‘the biz’ were lost on him. He was the leader, he was supposed to, ya know, lead, but he wouldn’t deny being anxious. This was so far out of his depth.

Inuyasha swiveled back and forth, clicking his claws on the glass tabletop until a small, calloused, hand settled over his.

“Chill out,” Sango said with a smile. “This is supposed to be exciting, remember?”

He tried to return her enthusiasm but probably only managed a pained grimace. His stomach hurt.

She squeezed his fingers and Inuyasha flipped his hand over, clasping hers for a bit of reassurance. Thank fuck Sango was here. He’d never be able to do something like this without her. She was his oldest friend and confidant, more like an overbearing elder sister in many ways.

They had met in middle school and bonded instantly over their tastes in music, which were diverse to say the least. They would pester and criticize each other, bickering about the greatest bands, drummers, guitarists, pretty much anything they could argue over. When they had both received their first guitars one Christmas, they had spent the entire break fumbling around on the strings. They had learned together, composed together, building their talents.

Although, Sango had eventually switched to the bass, becoming a credit to the artform. She stole the show, able to pull sounds out of the instrument that Inuyasha could only ever dream about, and of their small following, a fan favorite.

Of course, they had gone through that awkward and confusing period in junior high where they tried dating. Everyone had always assumed they were anyway. So, in their teenage minds it made sense, but the idea of being romantic with each other in any way had grossed them both out too much. They decided they were better as friends, and whatever anyone else thought of their relationship, they could shove it.

Across the table, Miroku’s gaze snagged on their intertwined hands and a scowl marred his handsome features.

Inuyasha almost sighed and slipped his fingers out from beneath hers to lean forward, gripping his knees.

Miroku had only been with The Strays for a little under two years. Inuyasha and Sango had gone through several drummers before they found the right fit and, even then, ‘right fit’ might be stretching it. At first, Inuyasha had nearly beaten the poor man senseless every time Sango had shrieked at him for rubbing her butt. However, while the hopeless lecher still didn’t have control over his wandering hands, they had learned to live with it.

Those hands had other talents that made their wayward nature more than tolerable. Miroku was a prodigy on the drums and a fucking joy to play with due to his boundless creativity. He was the extra injection of pure fun that their rather serious twosome needed. Always quick with a joke, teasing one or both when they became too sullen, the relaxed drummer had wormed his way into their hearts, becoming irreplaceable in a short amount of time.

Inuyasha no longer flinched when Sango slapped Miroku, instead just rolling his eyes in exasperation. She was able to take care of herself and, at this point, he was pretty sure it was just a weird form of flirting. He wished they would just get over themselves and fuck already. The sexual tension was becoming sickening and Inuyasha was tired of getting dirty looks any time he showed Sango a modicum of affection.

He grumbled under his breath and fiddled with the ring in his lip, flicking it against a fang with a muted click, click.

Sango hissed out a heavy breath. “Can you seriously not be quiet for five minutes?”

“We’ve been waiting forever,” Inuyasha said, jumping back to his feet to resume pacing. “How long are they gonna keep us here?”

“It takes time,” Miroku said with another eye roll. “Stop acting like a hyperactive puppy.”

“Shut it, asshole. I—”

Whatever insult had been cocked and loaded on his tongue was lost as the glass door swung open and in stepped the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Glossy black hair fell in waves around a face of alabaster and rosy cheeks that were creased with a glowing smile. Shining stormy blue eyes clashed with his as a rushed breath escaped him.

“Sorry for the wait. I’m Kagome Higurashi,” she said in soft melodic tone. “I’ve been assigned to act as your manager for the time being…”

Her voice faded away when her heavenly scent at last teased his nose and slipped down into his lungs, wrapping a fist around his heart, and squeezing tight. The finicky organ slammed against his ribs as every muscle in his body went rigid with tension. A thundering possessive growl rumbled in the back of his mind; it was a concerning reaction from the darker side of his nature that Inuyasha always tried so hard to keep hidden.

A sharp pain on his leg startled him back to the present. “Close your mouth,” Sango hissed from the chair beside him, fingers twisting into his jeans and pulling at the hair on his thigh. “You’re practically drooling.”

His teeth snapped shut as he tore his gaze from the blushing young woman to glare at his friend.

Sango’s brows raised. “Why are your eyes flickering?”

“It’s nothing,” he said, which was a lie. It was everything. Inuyasha dropped into the chair beside her, rubbing at his eyelids with a single clawed hand. “Let’s just get this the fuck over with. I’m tired of waiting around.”

Kagome cleared her throat from the head of the table. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” he bit out. “Mind your own damn business.”

She pursed perfect pink lips. “Well, that’s a bit of a problem because you are my business. I guess that’s where we should start.” She tossed her hair off her shoulder and rested her fingertips on the tabletop. ��I am here to act as an intermediary between you and the label; I’m your advocate. My job is to get you where you want to go. So, tell me your goals, your dreams. I want to help you achieve them.”

Inuyasha released a derisive snort that drew her narrowed gaze. “What a load of shit.”

Sango dug a knuckle into his ribs.

“Please excuse my friend,” Miroku interjected. “I’m sure he didn’t mean any offense.”

“Of course, surely it was meant as a compliment.” Kagome crossed her arms over her chest.

“Come on, you seriously expect us to believe all that,” Inuyasha sneered. “You’re here to ensure we keep making the label as much money as possible.”

“Inuyasha!” Sango hissed.

“Look at her, she’s completely green, all rainbows and sunshine, talking about hopes and dreams. Gimme a fuckin’ break.”

Kagome huffed.

“I think what Inuyasha is trying to ask,” Miroku tried to smooth over, “is just how much experience you have in this field? I don’t think anyone could help but notice how young and beautiful you are.”

“Oh brother,” Sango moaned.

“Stop flirting, dickhead.”

Miroku frowned. “I’m merely trying to inject a bit of charm into the situation since you seem intent on driving her away. Given how long we’ve all been waiting for this, you would think you could put your bad boy persona away for time being and take this seriously.”

“What the fuck are you trying to say?” Inuyasha slapped a hand down on the table, the turmoil within him churning like acid in his gut.

A sharp whistle split the tense air, pinning his ears against his skull. Three heads turned toward the petite woman at the head of the table. Kagome’s stern gaze darted between them before she sighed and brushed her hair out of her face.

“Look, I would really like to get off on the right foot. I understand your concerns. I know I look young but let me assure you that I have plenty of experience in this business. However,” she continued with a slight blush darkening her cheeks. “In the interest of full disclosure, this is my first solo account.”

Inuyasha groaned. “See? This is what I’m talking about.”

“I have several references if you would like to see them. Although, if you’re still uncomfortable you can request a new manager.”

“Well, consider this an official request,” he said in a dry tone.

Her eyes pinched as hurt marred her beautiful features. “Why are you being such a…” she seemed to search around for a word.

“It’s okay, you can call him an asshole,” Sango said. “We always do.”

Kagome deflated right before his eyes and Inuyasha shifted uncomfortably in his seat, biting back the urge to apologize. He didn’t owe her one; this remorse was just a side-effect of the newfound instinct that was clouding his mind. One that he rejected with every fiber of his being.

After a moment, she squared her shoulders. “If that’s really what you want, I’ll find someone else, but I think you are underestimating what I can bring to the table.”

Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m listening.”

She tossed her hair, drowning him in a fresh wave of her intoxicating scent, sweet and earthy like fresh lavender. “I haven’t been beaten down by the system yet. You have every ounce of my dedication, every ounce of my tenacity. Your success is going to directly translate to mine. I know it may just sound like a sales pitch but it’s true. I want to push the envelope. Let’s break the mold, break some rules.”

He ran his tongue over his teeth, sizing her up and hunching forward when the slow perusal of her shapely body made a certain part of his anatomy twitch with interest. Down boy. “Have you even actually listened to the music?”

“Yes,” she replied with a small smile. “That’s why I requested you.”

His brows raised in surprise. He wouldn’t have pegged the delicate and feminine woman as a fan of punk rock. Books and covers, he supposed. He errantly wondered about her other hidden contradictions before shutting those thoughts down with a scowl.

“Excuse me,” Sango Interjected. “But when do we get into the studio?”

Kagome offered a patient smile. “Soon. We have a few formalities to work out first.”

“Like?” Miroku asked.

She picked up a folder off the table. “Like reviewing your contracts. That’s number one on the agenda today.”

“Well, let’s get started,” Sango said, sitting forward in her chair.

“Whoa, whoa, wait up,” Inuyasha broke in. “I thought I was clear about getting someone else.”

“Stop being so stubborn,” Miroku groaned.

“Yeah, give her a shot.”

Kagome beamed at both of them and turned those sparkling blue eyes on him. “What do you say?”

Inuyasha swallowed hard, suddenly unwilling to crush the cautious hope in her smile. “Keh, whatever.”

“Fantastic!” She bounced on her toes and clapped. “I know we’ll get along just fine.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he grumbled while catching the manilla folder she slid in his direction.

“You’re gonna be a challenge,” Kagome said with a wink. “I like that.”

Inuyasha cleared his throat and hid his flushing face behind a fall of silver hair.

They spent hours going through paperwork, proposing changes and arguing over what was realistic as Kagome jotted down notes on her copy. The entire time Inuyasha had to fight against his natural instinct to draw closer to her. He watched her like a waiting predator, cataloging each of her mannerisms and wondering at their origins. Why did she tuck her hair behind her ear or flush when she caught his eye? What did it mean when the corner of her mouth tightened like that? Was she angry or fighting a smile?

By the end, he could barely remember anything that was said but nodded along with the others when they said they were satisfied. Kagome then stood and picked up her copy, moving to the other side of the table to get their initials on the changes made. She started with Miroku, leaning over him to point out where to sign.

Inuyasha couldn’t stop the threatening growl that rumbled up from his chest.

Sango poked his side. “What the hell is going on with you?” she whispered. “Your eyes are flickering again.”

“Forget it,” he hissed. “I said it was nothing.” Another lie, so easily given.

“Everything okay?” Kagome asked as she circled the end of the table, coming to a stop beside Sango.

“Yes,” she said. “We were just discussing a personal matter.”

She smiled. “Well, if you need anything, even for something personal, I’m around.”

“I don’t need anyone’s help. I said it was nothing,” Inuyasha sniped. “Am I speaking a different language?”

The sparkle in her eyes dimmed just a tad. “I was just putting it out there.”

“Well, don’t.”

Her lips thinned into a mulish line, but she let the subject drop and instead focused her attention on Sango.

Inuyasha tried to keep his eyes averted, but they were drawn to Kagome like a magnet, noting the fullness of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the length of her toned legs and the way her swishy dress clung to her rounded ass.

Before he knew it, she was turning towards him with a smile and placing her hand on his shoulder for balance, while slipping the modest stack of papers in front of him. The touch electrified Inuyasha, drawing his spine taut as a guitar string. His vision grew hazy as she led him through the sheets of paper, directing him where to sign with hushed words that seemed to be whispered directly into his sensitive ear. He barely repressed a shudder.

Fuck. This was bad.

And only grew worse as Kagome leaned further forward, brushing the generous softness of her breasts into his shoulder blade. Inuyasha’s half-hearted erection grew instantly rigid in the space of a breath. He swiveled his chair to get away from her but only managed to knock the poor woman off balance, sweeping her legs out from beneath her as she fell into his lap.

Inuyasha swallowed a groan as she wiggled around, noticing the exact moment she became aware of his…predicament. Kagome froze and looked up at him with round startled eyes that stared straight into his soul.

“Um...I-I-uh-I’m sorry,” she stammered as her cheeks pinkened.

His hands settled hard on her hips, desperate to keep her still. “It’s fine,” he bit out. “Just get off me.”

Inuyasha helped her back to her feet, taking a moment to inhale deeply as she pressed her hands into his shoulders. He stifled moan when her hair brushed over his face, drowning him in the scent of lavender and chamomile. A soft whine escaped him as she pulled away and every gaze on the table turned to him.

Inuyasha cleared his throat and jumped to his feet, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans to hide the throbbing erection that wasn’t going anywhere soon. “I need to make a call.”

“Oh!” Kagome said, following right on his heels as he stomped towards the door. “There’s a little balcony at the end of the hallway. It should be private enough.”

“Keh.” He nearly yanked the damn door off its hinges in a desperate attempt to escape her, striding down the hall toward a door that led outside and fighting the urge to look back.

“Just come back in when you’re ready. We still need to nail down everyone’s schedule.”

He waved a dismissive hand through the air and sprinted for the way out.

Once on the balcony, Inuyasha sucked in a deep lungful of exhaust ridden LA air as though it were his only salvation. Fuck, if he had to be in that room with her for another second, he would have torn the damn place apart… or pinned Kagome against the table and shoved his fucking tongue in her mouth.

Inuyasha cursed under his breath and yanked his phone out of his pocket. He quickly scrolled through his contacts and smashed his thumb against the picture of his father’s face. It rang and rang and rang and rang before being directed to a nondescript voicemail recording. He sighed and hung up before finding his mother and calling her. Again, he was redirected to a cheery recording of her voice.

Inuyasha growled under his breath and glared down on the city beneath him, dreading his last resort call, but needing answers regardless. He clicked on the picture staring back at him from the phone screen and leaned against the railing. It rang twice before being answered.

“What do you want?”

“Nice to hear your voice too, Sess,” Inuyasha drawled.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, as if his older half-brother was barely holding onto his last shred of patience. “I’m assuming you didn’t call me just to exchange verbal barbs.”

“Oh, but it’s so much fun,” he replied in a dry tone.

“Your purpose, little brother.”

Inuyasha sighed and ruffled a hand through the silver bangs around his face. “Is Dad with you?”

“No.”

“What about Mom?”

“No, I am not hanging around with your mother.”

“Hey! Cut it out with that crap!” Inuyasha growled. “If she hears you, it’ll make her cry.”

There was a beat of silence. “Fine,” he conceded, even the cold youkai wasn’t immune to the woman’s tears. “If you wanted to talk to either of them, why didn’t you call them instead?”

“You think I didn’t try?! No one is answering their fucking phones.” He shifted on his feet and dragged a hand over his face. “Please, Sess. I’m desperate.”

“That checks out. So, what’s the problem?” his brother asked, sounding bored.

Inuyasha took a deep breath. “I found her.”

“Who?”

He gnashed his fangs together to keep from shouting. “Her.”

“Little brother, I am about thirty seconds away from hanging up unless you start making sense.”

Fuck. He was going to have to say the words aloud, wasn’t he? “My mate. I found her.”

A long pause followed. “And? Do you need my advice on how to woo a woman?”

“What? Fuck no! I have no problems there,” Inuyasha said. “And seriously bruh, ‘woo’? What are you, some ancient feudal lord?”

Sesshomaru ignored his jibe. “Well, bruh, I’m not understanding. Father has spoken to you about this matter before.”

“Yeah, and he said it was rare, that most demons spend centuries looking for their mate, if they find them at all,” he explained.

“And?”

“And I’m twenty-fucking-three!” He shoved a hand through his hair, wishing that he had just been patient and waited for his dad to call back. “I don’t need some supernatural force trying to settle me down just yet.”

“If you truly think that’s how it works, then you’re as much of an idiot as I’ve always assumed.”

“Hey, don’t get jealous, man.”

“I do not want or need a woman in my life,” his brother said in a clipped tone.

“And you think I do?!” Inuyasha seethed, pacing the width of the balcony in agitation. “The band is just getting signed to a label. Soon, we’ll be in the studio and then touring. This fated mates shit is the last thing I need.”

Sesshomaru grumbled something unintelligible under his breath. “Have you ever considered that it may have nothing to do with her being your mate? Perhaps you’re simply attracted to her?”

He scoffed dismissively. “I think I would know.”

“Would you?” he challenged. “By Father’s own admission this is rare, even more so considering you are only a half-demon.”

“Oh, great lord of the western lands, please excuse my tainted blood,” Inuyasha deadpanned, voice thick with sarcasm.

“I’m serious. The odds of you finding or even having a fated mate are about the same as being struck by lightning. Maybe what you’re feeling is simple attraction.”

Inuyasha mulled over his words. It both pained and relieved him to admit that Sesshomaru was probably right. He had no idea how these things were supposed to go. Even now he was having trouble verbalizing the things Kagome had made him feel. Their intensity had faded once he had left that stifling room. Perhaps, he was being a tad over-dramatic.

Inuyasha rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Fuck. Maybe you’re right,” he conceded, even though that didn’t feel quite right. “I just… I’m not ready for all that.”

After a long moment of empty silence, his brother released a heavy breath. “Look, I have a meeting with Father later today. I’ll tell him to call you.”

“Thanks,” he replied, completely deflated.

“And Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru continued. “Please remember that we come from a long line of powerful demons. Fate does not control us, nor does it direct us what to feel.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Spare me.”

Inuyasha heard movement on the other end of the line. “I have to go. Good luck, little brother.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

His phone beeped twice before going silent. Inuyasha shoved it back into his pocket and slumped against the rail, fiddling with the two rings in his eyebrow. Somehow, that entire conversation hadn’t made him feel any better. He knew that there was something inside of him that drew him to that woman, it was undeniable, but whether it was the hands of fate or simple horniness that drove him was still up for debate. Maybe I just need to get laid.

Inuyasha’s ear flicked toward the door as it opened and closed, drawing his gaze.

“Hey!” Kagome’s soft melodic voice called out as she walked towards him. “I just saw that you were done with your phone call and I kind of need to go over a few more things with everyone.”

He straightened and strode right past her, biting back a groan when he was once again engulfed in her scent. Had any woman ever smelled so fucking…edible? “Fine, let’s get this shit over with.”

Kagome scoffed behind him. “Seriously, what is your problem? Have I done something to offend you or is ‘moody asshole’ just part of your persona?”

Inuyasha whipped around and nearly choked on his tongue. Kagome was the picture of feminine pique with her hip cocked and arms crossed over her chest, accentuating the line of cleavage between her breasts. The warm summer wind plastered her green dress to her body, outlining the little ‘v’ where her long legs met.

Mine, his demon growled from the back of his mind. “No!” Not yours, and sure as hell not mine.

“No?” Kagome asked with a shake of her head. “No, what?”

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “No, I’m not a moody asshole.”

“Well, from where I’m standing…” She raised a brow.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Not everyone is required to like you.”

“Like me?” she said with a delicate snort. “You don’t even know me. How could you decide one way or another?”

“I know enough.”

Kagome drew her head back like he had slapped her. She looked away, but not before he could see the hurt simmering in her eyes. “I’m not sure what there is to find so repulsive.”

Inuyasha cursed. What the hell was he doing? It wasn’t Kagome’s fault that he felt utterly confused. It wasn’t her fault that fate had the worst sense of timing. She hadn’t asked for any of this, and he had no right to keep treating her this way. Hell, if his mother ever found out about it, he would get the lecture of a lifetime, accompanied by a slap upside the head from his father.

He sighed and rubbed at the space between his brows as he stepped closer to her. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings and I don’t find you repulsive.”

Kagome finally met his eyes, biting at her plush bottom lip that looked softer than a flower petal. Definitely not repulsive…

A weak chuckle escaped him as he shrugged and scratched at the back of his neck. “It’s just been a crazy few days; it’s surreal. I keep expecting to wake up from a dream, ya know?”

She pursed her lips, gaze darting over his face before she took a deep breath. “I understand. This is… a lot. I get that you’re here for the music, not all of this relentless bureaucracy. So, let me handle that, it’s literally my job. You just keep focusing on what you’re great at. Deal?”

Kagome held out her small hand to him and Inuyasha stared at it. Part of him wanted to get as far away from her as he could, to insist that she find them a new manager and forget she even existed. Even that thought made another side of him want to howl in pain, though, like somehow her existence had become integral to his being. That scared the shit out of him, but it was impossible to crush the cautious hope lighting up her blue eyes.

Before he could think better of it, Inuyasha engulfed her hand in his, brushing his fingertips over the fluttering pulse at her wrist. “Deal.”

They didn’t even shake, just ended up holding hands as the warm summer breeze encircled them. Kagome offered him a glorious smile that warmed her whole face and struck him dumb.

Maybe Sess was right, maybe he had absolutely nothing to fear, given the odds. Either way, Inuyasha wouldn’t be standing out in any thunderstorms for the foreseeable future.

#inuyashaxkagome #inukag fic #rockband AU #flashback #here with you #chapter 2

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